i sit and erode
i sit and erode
sculpting my face that u adore
from these tools that i spent
my life to procure
what happened yesterday? or the day before?
i cannot seem to remember, but i do know there is a door
that opens up into a place
with soft wet grass instead of a marble floor
i dare to glance outside
and allow the flecks of white light
bouncing off smooth surfaces into my eyes
the birds land on the dry leaves that hum in a rustle
the bees stop by and drip some of their nectar
if i am any wise, i should close my eyes and step outside
if i stay here any longer i’ll die