Walking Small Feet

Distrust prevails. 
To be poor. Why did you need 
less, than you want? 

I will ask me, and get no 
answer. Like hedgehog. Spiny 
coat. You will not watch― 

the thought coming. I do 
not move. The dead horse 
speaks of moments of stillness. 

A perception cleaves the mind. 
The world takes revenge 
behind the glass. You were― 

squirming in the vessel. What 
was your name, among the 
stumps? A cloudburst, wipes 

out the deity. The walls 
stand out in the death masks.