Cris de Borja

“Undefined”

I crave the white silence
the quiet room
and the weightless light
Prism’s colors before they shatter
and sound in slumber

I crave the unwritten page
without lines
before my stain
thoughts in chrysalis, still without wings
words in slumber

I crave the blank future
the undefined
unraveled fate
memory untethered, scattering ashes
buried past