3342 Biting its own tail

My days go
Biting its own tail
Time after time
Without you,
Out from
My country and
From my family.

This week
For example
It was an unproductive
Ouroboros,
Useless mill of wind,
Sterile petal
Without fondness
Fallow wildest piece of land
Without the deep laugh
Of your flower.

I live days
Of dream
And anxiety.

And you rotating
Unceasingly
Around to
Another star.

I should face up to it:
In this my trunk
There aren’t pearls,
I live a colorless
Rainbow
And it possesses me
A faded sea
That it doesn't glow
Neither with Methylene blue.