the confused want

Carnality purged
through the decrepit seams
of the thorned dress
hanging loosely
from the restricting wires
that hold an abyss
more distant than I could imagine.

Gnawed at the temples
these thoughts disperse and
tangle
the silent yearning behind
the bamboo and withered leaves of
forgotten ways

I am not sure of how much
I am able to
what
I am able to
the logic tearing all desires
into shredded guts of mirth
never laughing at the jokes
of possibility

encased in this site of
numb protection and pseudo ego
there is no space beyond I

I am terribly frightened

and there is no space in I