Pure light infects tear soaked sheets
The moonlight steals a sigh
Spiralling around limp muscles
Folds of protection burst on contact
You are not blinded for long enough.
Clasping translucent numbers
With hands woven from the clouds of philosophy
And stitched with inspirations
You check that everything is cited.
Everything you desired to fix
Collapsed in spite
Around your trembling knees
And misplaced devotion.
Into the holes you’d dug,
For other purposes.