RESPITE

Whose call, beats
inside my temple-bosom;
Sliding me, down stairs
With silent heart

With sun's diamond ring
I eclipse my ignorance;
And paw an ocean heave
Draining out my pain

Whose call, rumbles
the dark blue skies;
Seasoning me, to pest
One more abscess

With tidal strength
I weave vertex to hex a cardiogram line;
And plunge a deep respite
Down the parched throat