Where life deaths

A number

Thirty-three

Are all

I wonder now

Back in a numbed deadness

While loneliness rules

While I think the way I chose

But not the time

When I dictate how to think

Could I, I have no idea

Thought then

In a rush, and yet all alone

In a place where craziness is a throne

And the blood rules

Where life gifts heads

To hear that hope for a root

A mains root

A free blood

Pumping round the body

Freed of an worries

On paper, thirty – three

A short list the forehead is covering

But a more convincing

Than a pile of big books.