Completed September 2022.

Poem 1.

Send me before,
a tower of flame,
and who I am
come to eviscerate;
displaced beneath,
a silver wreath
as is the way, of flesh,
consumed, yet estranged

Poem 2.

the sun holds, a hope
that is proud,
proud enough to be;
confined to, memory
should we annoy
that point, of view
no one has obtained?
of freedom, we destroyed

Poem 3.

your hand pulls me through
this mesh of life;
to be freed, along;
and be, anything
but is nameless, and vague;
now I am born,
between the void,
of nothingness
we all raised.