Hopeless

Ask the ancestors where hope has gone?

Has she sagged

her deep, blue-green, beautiful

but dreadful soul

into my deepest fears?

Has she forgotten

how to disguise

herself

into matter?

Perhaps, she has neglected me.

forgetting to occupy

space

in my dreams,

ignoring the need to

defy all commands of time,

ignoring the need to

withstand the

inhibitions that the words

of my deepest fears have

incised in my heart.