New Objectives
The stage is covered in mist
with a white curtain,
I have changed the ritual and rhythm,
inside, everyday aspirations
fade and dissolve
just like smoke in the air.
Sometimes I get confused
with the decline of the body,
I pause to think
and gather the scattered pieces,
knowing that the game of change
can turn into a miracle.
The thorn lodged
deep in the throat comes loose,
I believe it is time
to check the calendar
of redemption within
the struggle to shorten the days,
weeks, and months of my time
with the intention to
accelerate the presence
of new objectives and dreams.