BURIED WALLS

BURIED WALLS

Frozen were the walnut skies.

Venus, hidden in jammed forests

upon bended-on-the-guilty sighs,

rests within a mermaid’s breasts.

Mercy was the renewed young.

Curled world, chained, broke

up in the middle of my head, sung

when the long-wasted Jupiter awoke.

Never gone are my noisy canes.

Shuttered stars shouting, showering

words, flowers beside my pains,

let the Valleys Lost be sunk in a ring.