The Ephemerality

It was punctuated night. 
You sleep into wakefulness. 

The space between the shut-eyes 
trembles, when you start sweating. 

The infant-death of the dream, 
incites the borderland. The― 

flames rise in a partisan way, 
to erase the memories of guilt. 

You are in deep grief for the 
coiled sperms, from end to end, 

they were longer than the body. 
Would you like to wake up a jinn? 

A digital forgetfulness, you seek 
to solve the enigma of life.