Faultless judgements

I feel restless.
In my tireless effort to elevate us
from distressed images of a boundless mind.
They linger in an acrid abyss
that leaves the air thick and arid as my tongue in drought.
I'm speechless, but I realize
its the distance which subdues my voice
into monotonous silences.
I am fearless when life veers its head
and bows in shame;
For in the seamless depths of my imagination
we're meant to be imperfect.
I won't digress very far from my psyche.


-M. Peña