There is certain invisibility.
Black hole inside the scarlet frond,
Without some habituated things.
Your shadow had been a bit missing
But still there is light, shimmering.
Look. I’m happy. I’m walking.
See. I’m inspiring. I’m coruscating.
There is some placidity.
Whiteness innate the wet gord,
With some absorbed caffeine
Your euphemism stands etched in.
But still its light, conciliating.
Look. I’m erect. My head held high.
See. I’m enjoying. My heart tastes freedom.