I wonder how high my voice would be
If I tested it against the glass walls of the mountains
I see from my blurry window at night.
Would it break the silence crippling my ears
Would it scare away the birds
Looming outside with crazy eyes
Waiting for me to make the wrong move.
I bet the crows would party with the snakes
Right until the widowhood of my mind
Would disintegrate synapse by synapse
And give birth to that perfect crack
That’d keep me going
To the ultimate refuge.