How fluttering the bird's singing or the way eyelids
glitter through laughter and weep, swim in an odorous
world, I— suppose for once can smile, cling
to twisted strings, that may cut, shrill in mazy lines.
My life is standstill, motionless, disoriented
in the cloudy street, the way lights pathetically
turns and trips, empty songs ring upon the lips—
As if it's believable, it flares up the reverie sound.
I'm envious of the smiles, wore in witching figure
paused, broaden the souls in her eyes
A tale was never told— souls for souls,
never dance so well, think of the man first who gave eyes.
I forgot the same dream twice,
I thought, I remembered—
Night after night, day after day,
Sighing in old aged sight, mother, father
Hear the soar fly—
Forgotten in flash drive, naked among the bone
arrow birds, in the moon that always
rising, hear him always wallow, swallow
in mercy of dreams, never comes easy
but I was once young too—
chained by the singing sea.
— 23rd October, 2023
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