The constants dissolved into imperceptible variables
Winds turned to storms, screaming unknown syllables
Like the chambers of my heart were flung in different directions
As I took a walk across the Sun.
It seared unlike anything, when all the wounds opened
And the stabs began bleeding, all over again
For want of something that I wasn’t sure existed
As I took that walk across the Sun.
All retreats and writhing cries
absorbed by the charcoal barrier of silence across different skies
With mind and body too tired of defeat
I took that last walk across the Sun.
Who can tell what I am?
None has known of what I can.
Perhaps my ashes would tell the truth
After my walk across the Sun.