Remorse Poem by Iniduo Iniduo

I wonder what the difference is
between a dream and a promise

palpable or motionless,
absolutely and without knowing

the breath of present
blows awareness
light years beyond

traces of the nameless move
with their scratches on steep walls

nevertheless, immense vaults
shrink to small books,
cleared in no time

condensation drifts away
and lies down to touch earthly lowness

strict structures anticipate style
on cataphors; until they burst

the source of space and time,
of annoyance and raging hurricanes
turns out to be a silly whistle

future brightens its barbs,
for the time being,
pending my bottle neck

so I wonder, later, until someday,
like eyes drowned in volatile tears