Unknown

 I shall

hear this silence
I shall
circle around the holes
I shall
step into the corners of pain

this pain unwelcome
and dry
ridiculous and desperate
ungrateful little pain
a trickster of its kind
a joker with no gun.

I shall
devour it, bury it
I shall
carry it

to where
birds don't fly
and hands don't touch
to where
souls don't sing
and eyes can't see

And it will
shape me mad, kick me dead
shove me right into where

faith is certain
lines are uncrossed
spirit is denied
and your name is unknown.