Lost Ones

Lion of hearts
turned to
desert's
dust
blown'n
to wilderness
you
soul of sev'n
part'd years

con-se-quen'tial
supa-politico
text of
world-ly
men's heart
burn'st
you

crack'd dreams
suns and stars
scatter'd
into flight
you
left origin
erstwhile

made you
swallow d'tongue
lockt your lips
once
river-lips
made
voice-less

you, now
turn to
phantoms
of false night
to love
your lips
phantasm-iz'd

bury'n
d'lion's heart
that d'scended
from a place
of saints and sages
you
bend'n anew, to
d'cultured will

dom-in-nance
veild d'lamp
that shun'
on darkenss
ef-face'n
you

folly pillag'd
you
unequal halves
deceiv'd you
foolish thrust
of two world's
hollow'd
your hol

abode
in d'destined hour
tower of darkness
morph'd
you
identity
expropriat'd
you

perch'd behind
colors, blows of red
you, buri'd
what bled
hid'n from
d'night and dayz
masquerad'd
dust of soul
you
now
lust on
d'modernize dayz
daze'd

you
lost what is of "I"
dispossess'd
of "I" by him
to become
another him
to be at all
in relation
to whom?
...to him?

lost, not here nor there
you get closer
to what's there
you, now
shamed to speak
ours, mine, your
mother tongue
you
fall over names

you
stride profess'n
prophet-like
enunciat'n
d'Lord's wisdom
you
perfect'd d'accent
venerating
d'colonized tongue.
You, not here nor there
leaves of life keep falling
again, and again, and again, and again...