How far can your cries range for In the sound of your hollow voice? Calling from the hollow heart That voices a hail of sting Against broken wings, Raising all but yourself Towards the rays of sunlight. I see what should be fathomed of yourself In the pinnacle of your viewing. You are as beautiful As two spots of dirt Upon the smoothest blouse, As just the simplest of no adoration Upon the shortest while, Clung as the thinnest smile. Your body shrinks Like your mind that never thinks. I am still not enough for your pleasure, Just the shame that cannot piece together The loosest debris That creates the forgotten fields, As my hands wield Two droplets from your eyes, for the cutting knife.