we never live up to love/ we die/ the exact place
where the rainbow ends/ coward and fearful,
unable to survive/ either chance, nor destiny,
our souls defeated by cureless/
might have been/ bruises.

we endure/ inside metaphor cells -
connections/ between pure thought and language,
illusionary
warrior-like helmets of theory/ revealing
the damages.

we walk/ the slippery path of revelation.
the meaning of signs changes while/ another day rises,
our hearts hardly withstanding the lack/ of unblemished
Utopia.