Absent In History
My days,
Dead nights' interludes.
My sight,
Subtracted from dream.
My sigh,
Translated from scream.
My ways,
interruptions of the street.
My walks,
illusions of the feet.
My words,
Sun-dried in sloth.
My world,
on all sides crumpled.
My retreat,
masterful as ever!
My name,
absent in history.