Dreams in buzzed-lights cities.

Hope and desire,

I wish you had unearthed me

From a grave of musk 

Where the dead has sullen eternally

And had strike me like a fish 

From the deafening sea.

Obliteration of stars

Has set my eyes on fire

Burning the iris

As it saw the impurities

Amongst the angst of passion

To persist, 

Control 

And therefore wallow. 

Before it seeped in my veins

Blood has roamed in my roots and leaves

While it bloomed a flower on top

So vivid like a peony. 

Real and postponing  

The sound of the collective blabbering

They have willfully stroked

My evening mass 

In solitary.  

Why must I be stuck, unsolicited 

Like a starfish in the bottom deep

To have me yearn and reach

For the glistening waters 

Of the sunlit waves

Drifting the grains of sand

And spotlights of sea anemone

Then loath for the birth-dilemma

Of being still like a star

And breathing like a stone 

Anchored in the void of dims.