Empty Hands

Landed into a pi I― 
am still struggling to 
sort out, what did I lose 
in vocabulary. 

It was a functional deficit 
of a low profile. I 
have come to speak for 
the fallen year. 

The new dawn brings the 
red poppies. You can squeeze 
the milky sap from the 
crown.Each moonrise― 

will give you heavy dreams 
laden with anxiety and despair. 
Somewhere you fight the 
inequality of inheritance. 

The words always betray 
when you stand tall.