this place...

this place... faithless fight of mine,
my damned prayer, daily price
I pay, for the useless taste of Beauty,
smoothest, frailest ground on where I lie.

this fight... settlement of ghosts,
Memory, Finitude, Love?
a song that I sing but make no sound:
it is just life, burning in my throat.

these ghosts... pictures on my walls,
spying me wherever I walk,
pieces of myself that I collect
to build this non-place that home I call.

my place, my fight, my ghosts - my prize:
my frailest ground:
                             - my highest fly.