If anything, it names me 'Patriarch'
I guess I've gained this clue out of its seizures
Its name I'm growing as a forehead mark
Fine with the pain but sleepless in the dark
While in the daytime, well, I keep avoiding mirrors.
It cannot talk - sometimes I really wish it could
But would I dare to listen then? I doubt I would.
Its an enigma trapped inside a coffin
I'm good at solving but I've never left the womb.
If anything, it craves to see my face
It must've known I'm told to have a nice one
Its wobbling hole with nothing it contains
It does not seem to plead for an exchange
But when I look, it bursts with silent laughter.
It has no ears - at least it doesn't hear me sing
But when I walk I hear - we always breathe in sync.
We are an instrument of grief and desolation
I am the mouthpiece and you're the final link.
If anything I want for now - to sleep
I take my backpack up some holy mountain
And when we stop just halfway to the peak
We close our eyes to mercy of the wind.
I wonder
Shall one of us wake up all of a sudden?