From the conner of my mind
 

21A


A bill pile on the desk
A bottle in the drawer
Living in a mess
With dirt on the floor

A pictureless frame
Its mate hid away
To bury a name
Whose body faraway

Sunlight drips from the sky
Until the moonrise
Both lights fall from high
One is born one dies

Forlorn sleep I lay
Dreams of ash and resin
Blend both night and day
Lost for a kamsin

Within this walls strong
From hopes long dreamed
I’m trapped everlong
Far away from love