literalism

i must mean what i want to say to you.
the letters are clear my speech is candid
like the way i face you on that day of mourning
nothing to hide the tears fall as they fall
nothing to wipe and pretend that this is not the
correct hour for the confrontation of what had long
been conceived by the fallopian tubes of time.

words create the inconvenience of having to
understand what they really want to convey,
those that we sometimes reject from the sentence
of the hour. The last second arrives
and one word keeps staying. You reject it.
What keeps in place is the truth.
This time the lies looking like white flowers
under the noonday sun wilt.
No water from your mouth can make it alive.

At last, you are free from the hands of the world.
A white bird against the white light
Ascending to the stairs of the unknown.
Do not believe. How could you?

Literally, the world of non-words dissolves.