Ineffable blue

From the abyss of your hollows
flow rivers of sand
that roam translucent
through meadows
of astounded stupor.

Two pearls stress

the earthy grimace,
your wrinkled skin
shelter the silence
of the wasted land,
and grimace and shelter suffice
to muzzle the ochre glow
of the dreadful figure.

Remains of a shadow

that compelled departs
to the mute banquet of agony,
with the bitter and ancient resentment
of a noiseless harvest
withered by deceit.