Signs within signs, a world
Apart and inside, swirls
Of that which lies hidden
Oft times, secret, known, unspoken.
Fragments of sorrow wave through
Windows with formless shimmers
In heat which pours from sunless
Skies, a dark tide strange litten.
Woe betide the seeker of sympathies
For they shan’t find empathy, kind
Words nor allowances sought,
All closed doors must be passed…