The Abeyance

Running without legs. 
A perfect apparition 
of sandhills. 

I cannot see far, but 
hear the synchronized call, 
of peacocks at midnight. 

Cannot sleep. The solemn 
mystery of dark is broken. 
In the cracks, I am 
discovering myself. 

Was it not an enough reason 
to abandon the search 
of peace and return to killing― 

the gods of clay and find 
the sanctity of emptine