Ataraxia (last 2011 opera phantom of a lonely audience)

Was this another defiance of my numb senses?...

Whence my inception lies unawakened,

Leaden musicality of the wind blowing through the trees, emerging through a neverending wasteland,

Firebrand, entrenched lullaby, falling softly from the

Sky, now the dry lake of tears, blossoming hidden being;

Coming undone, the scent of a hidden sunbeam, pressed softly against the skin;

Weakening the strings of my false reasoning and conscience;

Hands guidance, tighten the connection zone to a labile stretch of warmthness;

Caress, in a long and unclouded embrace,

Efface of arms to reach out and swallow consternation of

Shallow stained past memories, eagerly in ruins of shadows,

A mellow sigh gently exploded in a post-armageddon globe;

Look above, no more shrouds and blood rivers

Greeter to mended almond skies,

If you look inside my closed eyes

Maybe I could smile just now

A thin red row (Yoite and Miharu?), first ray from the depths of infinity

Silky frosty flying snowflakes, prime embrace

Breathing deep, the wind carries free; Somehow, your vacuum completes the holes in me

Blurry lackluster outstanding deadlock,

Falling down, Bold empty ceiling on top.