of voids and visions

xii.

you chop a lizard's tail and it regenerates
you chop a piece of their souls and it degenerates

have you
shed your reptilian skins? or does your satisfaction in belonging just begins? tired of an acute desire to reach for places, the unfathomable depths of unseen traces. withering lies wilting tries: a mind's hollow threats, a heart's shallow breaths. care in wisdom, wisdom in care; tell me, oh, does it matter when it's all in despair?

have you
witnessed despair? a spine bent beyond repair. hands firing shots in the dark, limbs curving into question marks. shriveled skin, stretched skin, skinned skin. stretch that skin, shred that skin: will bitterness be your next of kin? are the fires trampling on bare ground? are the shackles to remain forever bound? does the self conspire against your temperamental desires?

have you
tired your soul of its wanderlust desires? the aimless journeys to desolate mires! feet that once treaded cotton skies now kiss the spider's web of lies. graveyards littered in foreign soils, your own somewhere a promising toil. dunes glistening with emollient words, your own trapped wingless birds. you meet the sea where it breathes; the brimming danger sees and seethes. yet to yourself all of this you keep, does it not seem wonderful — the bright luster of perpetual sleep?

have you
been to sleep? too many times to count or too less to weep? the final collapse of your being the third eye losing its sense of seeing. evermore ever changing every disguised twilight evening. you await the end as the end awaits you for no soul so destitute did ever feel so blue. it seems so true: a dream come true a dream left lose a dream so far a dream a dream a dream that died but it kept you alive but what is living but a festooned dream? an embellishment for thirsty eyes?

you chop pieces of yourself in hopes to preserve
yet what meaning is there to what you deserve?