soul singer

tonight i became. 
it wasn't because 
 
 
your leg or your hair 
a drunken through which windows had no adolecence, nor the virtue of grandmother 
 
 
you spoke before every foot step, that i had taken
and i was blinded by a leash 
at which way, depended on the temperature 
your voice could be heard singing nonsense in my heart 
i hand't stopped to spend enough time and for which i am ugly 
your shadow goes on, through all of time 
beyond vision.