Daughter of King Lear

I can even recall a time when –
viscid web melted inside this stubborn skull –
untrustworthy fingers
started groping through the sand gate
none of them dismantling

I can even recall a time when –
rude edge cleaving in humid dawns –
pitiless eyes
started growing into blinded mirrors
just pointing

me dried into sand moss spheres
selfishly blending deeper and deeper