The year has begun
I have begun to bleed
My time has come
I have begun to stain.
We grasp each other in the midst of torture
In the soundless claim for unbroken merger.
I have left my feelings in a kinder place, alone to breathe
I am alone to judge my future
In a vacuum I judge only the space that leaves me vacant
My hope is dead
I stand a gypsy
Dawn to dusk.