No One Was Real

In aloneless, 
searching for you― 
in a dark truth 
trying to find a place 
between the eyes. 

Like a meme, a gene― 
I carried you in my arms 
by moonlight sonata 
where the ocean meets 
the flames. 

Unmasking 
pumic stones, the 
face of volcano― frozen eyes. 

You walk under the palms 
in dream shadows. 

The dust flies without 
a wind. Exposed relics, 
in dry river bed, 
give you the bloodbath 
of forgotten rhymes.