No Sky

Truths are
department stores:

you are going up,
you take the escalator,

you don’t come back

In the tentative
darkness of the
raisins there was
half of the
sun
then the shadow
of the past

Sometimes I get ready for the
voyage of no return,
but dawn raises the curtains,
and my adolescence
is standing at the corner
of nowhere

Under the wonder of
cold skies