I WIPE MY NOSTRIL

Lump of throat
Clog my nostril;
A warm drop rolls down
The frosty eyelids

Your magnanimity
Fire my spirit
To owe you
My last breath
Ever
Beyond the constrain of time,
Afar;
To where, every of my dust
Prove worthy of my existence
Beyond death,
Where
My consciousness regale
Serving you my existence and beyond…

While,
I wipe my nostril
Sticking ooze
by my thumb-knuckle;
Glistering, twisting wrist, search
Some dry spots
A pant, a body, recurrent
Pulsating moments, alive…

I owe you my breath, indebted forever,
O my bounty, my crave of heart
O the incarnate thee, the nameless ONE
The supple hands, sagging skin...

As
I wipe my nostril, heavy of heart!