The light seeks the shadows
of the darkness they replace
my life.
This mass of my broken soul
dominated by intense pain.
This transcendence of my mind
in other spheres
in the realms of sympathetic apathy.
In the spheres of infinity
and unscrupulous objection
of compassion or pity.
That’s where the roles are buried
of my fate.
I apologize for the seed
which I did not sow.
For the field I did not plant.
For the mind that I didn’t clear
For scars and scratches
which I did not heal.
Tears stain my eyes
a mad laugh erupts
from deep within me
and faintly visible
my face concussed
and wet
from the sweat of purification.