all is night-quiet

and i am alone

no truly alone

no cats or creatures

no breathing to hear of

no talk nor ambience

just a man, on a bed

i feel so bruised

so cataclysmic

i don't know where

i go, going gone

and search for words

and phantoms, gods

to know how, why

to live

i am torn by empty pasts

and ransacked by marauding christians

armies have raped me

malevolence has seen me

i am sure that i am as tender

as i was nestling a baby

but now the world is expected

of me, from me, forms me

and i am unkept of soul

and in wildernesses of my own making

all is quiet and i am alone

no truly alone