False Ceiling

You wanted tranquility 
clean and sane, 
scudding at persona 
impact. 

Some thinking disorder? 
You start cutting yourself. 

Collecting the body parts. 

Yellow jasmine. I will know that 
I do not know the fields of hate. 

When your world falls apart, 
what I would do. 

Every day 
I dig up a sin 
with a knife.