Self, Circa 2009

Puedo ver solo sombras y obscuridad.
Shadows and obscurity.
Sólo en my tristesa.
No tengo nadie contar.
Nadie contar.
No one.
Dim secrets.
Arcane thoughts.
Dark, dirty clouds hurtle malevolently
through the void,
through the suction.
They never calm.
The root from which they come,
the thick, creaking, yawning hole of darkness,
unceasingly drives a hard wind.
at its most eloquent.