Weary last illusion died
died & I felt truth flag
& its fire-dear delusion.

Is rest ever enough?
Is earth worthy
of sighs—bitter tedious
life & world mud silence?

Despair at last hands
the race a flat
calls the face a horn. Green
brute secret
commons the hurt
while the infinite empties it all.

Salvatore Difalco
09 09 23