dialectic of the day

what can be put in the page

can be put in the years

and days of my decline

from grace, from the power

always shimmering before our eyes

like an oasis - a mirage

there is nothing to put in the page

except for what's suffered in the day

and years are an accumulation

of small defiances

against the quick day

if there is only decline

there is no decline

i am wrong

to fight my decline, my time

this delicious friction

is just another wave of desert heat

appearing in the page