Semicolons

Forgive me.

I say to the wall.

My life is paper.

My jaws rust.

Wanderer: singing.

The sky is my home.

I throw roses into it

to color it red.

Stop: these roads

grow from me.

My journey must end

because my destinations

have ended.

Kneeling like a priest,

seeing the spherical eyes

of flies, my wish:

emptiness and sudden light.

Resurrection: I am dead

from it—the attempt to live

again.

It sings as me when I sleep:

the world dressed in yellow.

Never have songs

meant for me what they do

when you sing.

I leave you: haloes and clothes.

I leave you violently.

Like the wail of an exile.

Forget me: my truth.

My masterpiece is

my nonexistence.

Sunrise: unbreakable dawn.

I open your book.

It has no pages.