The last opportunity to tell me what was silent, the name I never said was as familiar as crying , all my moments were drowned in the imagination of the man and gone
, the spell of your name was broken, everything except my silence and your eyes never saw it, the endurance of the fall and the spell of your name was broken, everything except my silence, and your eyes never saw the endurance of my fall
under the rubble of minutes, now I am waiting for the radiance of liberation, I count the moments, cold moments, and identical with an intimate grief like a book smile on an old wall
