There's a mirror-- Breaking in my mind.
The color is yellow,
but I do not see.
Shaky paths fall before me-- in the grass.
The cock crows-- in my hand,
I imagine a window.
Cracks.
Unseeing tracks down my face.
My eyes dark,
there is no light.
Only fire in my belly,
and stakes through my hands.
Fire.
I shrug off the cold-- there is a light.
