Foreign

Domed platform
Falling to every horizon
Scored with the husks
That gather among phantoms
At its edge
This ancestral stage burns
Beneath an unforgotten sun

I'm screwed to a chair
A warped agent of renewal
In the middle of a storm
Trying to lick the dust from my mouth
While dogs fight
For my tongue

Trying to lift myself
Out of myself
And call for an exit
For rain