The Only Resident of this House is the Gloomy Hawk

I’m locked up and my veins are running away

My memories are subject to conditions
My gambled memory
Now on sale

It was a man
Heavy
On my eyelids

No, it won’t be over
All the mirrors show me the same thing
A locked door
The stone is falling
Deserted and barefoot
The day is only the surface!

That parted memory
The drizzle of salt
On that large basin

The days are sick
You’ve taken my pulse
And me           
I am a memory joined to your veins

Tired
They’re playing the drums
As loudly as possible
But I’m deaf!

The only resident of this house is the gloomy hawk

THE ONLY RESIDENT OF THIS HOUSE IS THE GLOOMY HAWK