You Break All You Hold

You break all you hold
in your hand in a room you see
in your mind. You are cold.

You were told
it would not be a dream to flee.
You break all you hold,

grow moss. Old-
fashioned. An eternity
in your mind. You are cold-

blooded. A dud you sold
to nobody. All free,
your gold. All you hold

and take back. You rolled
down into a pit, the sea
in your mind. You are cold

black water. You mold
over your knee.
You break all you hold.
In your mind, you are cold.