'Taciturn Indifference'

I sit and to the left

Bold meaning hangs high.

That well-spoken half 

Whose meaning through adornment

Gains weight.

Tilted up and yet legible

I pause to ponder what protection is suitable

To preserve and still allow

Access into your last parting gift.

Riddle me this, O Meister of Misery

How now does your countenance sway?

The days race and whiplash takes me to you

Left side first on almost every morning.

Though your breadcrumbs have molded

I eat them daily.

Upload another chapter 

That I may balloon my own destiny

Anchored to the will 

To leap-

To leap...

To fly with this energy 

That boils when the night is young.

I've cornered myself on the chessboard

Between a Queen and too many pawns.

Strategy is a black veil

That I must lift or tear down.

For this, I turn, to you. 

Are your greyed reserves now blackened ash?

Have your tendons turned to jerky?

I know beyond a shadow that if your blistering heart still pumps

There is wisdom needing cultivating.

So give it to me, you intriguing prick...

For never before have I stapled my soul

To a memory that snuck in through a tiny hole of light

Devouring inhibition as you have.

You, the greatest source of intellectual income

Marrying my heart to my mind.

You, whose experiences left me dry for hesitation

And drowned for the communion of souls.

Two lines now for every point that requires discerning

Earned in the light of your regret and expertise.

Bolted to your door, my essay on 'Retourne chez moi'

Fuck these borders of land and thought. Come back.

And sewn into the wood of my skin with taciturn indifference

"Je demande des nouvelles de toi qui sont encore survivant"

Your words become mine and all this in between meaning

Fucks with my heart and my head.

Find me, Translator:

Let your body language do the rest..