Spiralbound

In the dark

Clouded eyes of your confidence

I impart

The knotted lines of my travails

And renounce

All defense of the artifice

Drawing out

The nettled fruit that i bear

Vested safely in your folds

Kept in pages no one knows

Every call i resound

For an antiphon

Is impoverished by an infinite decay

All the tones intertwine

And the words collide

Their discordant web ensnares the triads

Sounding faintly in your folds

Bound in pages no one knows

Arm your graces

Take my hold

Grant these pages your accord

In the dark

Clouded eyes of your confidence

I impart

The knotted lines of my travails