Am i the one who is dead ----

clothes dripping in holes and holy tapestries
refined in blossom and death
each scented dagger storms the cradled breast
betrayed at every limb
fortune drags along chained by oceans 
vast arks divide nights sleepless hour

 resting   indesign the sharp shadow blinds the needles mind
 curled answers threaten the nights throat
 earthly scratch decides a named desire

Am i dead
Am i the ghost i fear the most
cheated  greeted by silence, my only jewel
not my earthly scratch or desire
but some poetic struggle
priestly gifts strewn over this tablet stone unread unfinished

Am i the one fearless in my traveling
colourless on visions request
assaulted and loved ,yet lost in the artists poverty
lips set in trembles childish murmur,

have i
myself walked from clay 
torn flesh too painted mural
insanity the pet i overfed
​​​​​​​am i the one who is dead.