No messages left to read,
there is quiet in the vapor chamber
that weighs heavy on my chest
as I watch you reflected, indifferent;

Take me outside,
where magnolias bloom beneath the pallid sun
and death still hovers among other branches;
Take me elsewhere,
where impossible architectures rise
and a promise may be heard even by a deafened heart;

And be merciful—do not hasten
the judgment that brings shame;
Do you seek her face mirrored in solitude?
Do you seek her blessing in the night?

Light a lamp in the black palaces of the mind,
when conscience thins within the folds of apathy,
when the dark abyss looms beneath your helpless eyes—
save yourself.