Super Muri Quod Rimas

Super Muri Quod Rimas
Yet I am the wall, and I am the crack
And I am the self whom I fall into
If I stop to breathe, then my metaphors will be unloved
Because my love comes with holding my breath
I look too far, I have no origin
My father drank them all
He also drank my tongue and that of my mother
And that was how I cracked
I look through this crack, into myself
I find the world in there
But I cannot reach, everything has changed
Grey now black, black now white
White now cream, red now roses
Cracks are for me, my handwriting can only burn
And then you can no longer read me
My last word is LISTEN!

LARDO