Sibyl

In front of the square windows, you announce names
Like you do windowpanes. You are far enough. 
At arms length, held still in a state of multitude.
A certain sovereign over all objects glass. 
I do not know these names. 
I am but a tourist who try to learn of them—
Cracks of a thousand highways through 
To foreign planes. I fall. You catch me
At every corner. You are the container of life 
And all its splendour. And yet at light's end, you are 
Settled, full of love. A stopper against tomorrow.
You whisper, almost breathless: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω

Dale Chou
2015-01-06