more and more

As I open my eyes am exposed

Like an open wound healing less and less

Sordid like a calice against eroding winds

Making me feel numb and numerical

Another point in this tangible algorithm

In this humanity that diminishes inherently

As if it was manifested by a destined future

Preconceived in advance in glorious reigns

Where I am made to be discarded

Judged of the color of my skin.