Entangled Whispers In The Depth

Down below in the desolate depth,
as far as the eye forgathers with the dreadful curse,
horizons open and split the earth.
Spectral sombre lights envisage their rebirth.


I sense the arrival
of pernicious invisibles,
of entangled whispers in the depth.
A plague of unborn emerges out of summoned tides.
A never dying fever?
A vision crystal clear?


Thousand tongues burst my veins.
My arms open wide,
to embrace the dead,
the unborn child.