In between closed spaces
Lies a drifting wind
Which speaks to the past
Where faces become goalposts
And numbers
And your voice crashes into me
Like a kiss
Stars crowned, renounce the romance of defeat
Burn like a fresh cancer
I want to live in the spaces between the world
Not within it
I don’t want this life
I don’t want to be reminded in whispers
Of the need to decipher the world.