Beneath the pitiless gaze of things

We interlock in tight coils

The outbreak of plague

A little while before

Scorched flowers

Beautifully died with blood

The relics of our yesterday

A young beast

Quietly waiting

And then with stealthy footsteps

Imposing it's presence more and more

It disappears when you doubt

The tiredness of the days of indecision

Has left us stranded

Wrapped in the folds of the rainy season

It disappears when you doubt

It disappears

When you doubt