we are lost
in the hidden veins
of a city slowing down

in a thought that is
remembered only later

this somnambulant city
is naked silence
gentrified abandonment

an ambiguous, epistolary
declaration
--

so strange, the muter
impasses of desire.
a light beam of solitary,
soliloquizing infatuation.

youthful yearning,
the way its absence
appears, fingering
the puzzle pieces of desire.

what remains
bleeds together
in a slow dissolve.