My waiting never cease,
nor my waiting begins;
never my dreaming to waist
what's hidden within;
for where be headed
or about an intention,
imprisoned be I
by my invitation;
my inside revival
into no conclusion,
my frozen, fading faith
to no medication;
but thunder aparts
from mental forestry
only but reclining
to live a poetry;
life be elsewhere,
my compromised covers
of broken foundation
elastic borders;
imprisoned I'm still
by bitter beliefs
and sweet honesty
philosophy thieves;
for empty's my wake,
sure empty's my peace,
my forever beloved's
no empty by least;
only nothing awaits
or attention be cried
by praise, condemnation
my life's but inside.
