Tell me everything will change again,
which we will return to a moment earlier
of all catastrophes, fly over
without falling on Nagasaki,
promise to fly to Hiroshima
without listening to orders, gliding over the sacred lives of children
and sink into the blue sea
of those who know how to disobey at death.
Tell me who I am
because only you
you seem to know.
I feel my test is approaching, or is already happening.
I feel it in my body which is always tired because it is always alert.
I feel it in hunger, thirst, lack of air.
What shouldn't happen again could happen.
Live in me, penetrate me.
Your blood be one with my blood.
Your mouth enters my mouth.
Your heart magnify mine until it burst.
Tear me apart.
You fall whole in my bowels.
Let your hands go into my hands.
Your feet walk in my feet, your feet.
Blaze me, burn me.
Fill me with sweetness.
Wet my palate with your saliva.
Stay in me as wood is on a toothpick.
I can not like this, with this thirst burning myself.
With this thirst burning me.
Loneliness, its ravens, its dogs, its shreds.
Don't let the explosion happen.
I have to stop everything and please don't stop me.
Let me burn to avoid the end.
Powerful clarion call Akasha
Yet my mind is twisted
Refusing to chronicle
Brother throttling Brother
Choking sister
Son Absalom hunting father David
It is atrocious with the gnashing of teeth
My mind can’t gather the sharpanel
The order in which the blood splattered and brains busted
Vietnam, how the wound split open
Flying over the sacred lives of children
Wandering orphans, scarred following a refugee path faraway from home
Loneliness burns
The vultures
Wild dogs
And the sharpanel
Flying around
Ukraine
Russia
There is Mynamar
Yemen waiting on aid
I have no chronological order
From Absalom to David
Lonelines and the flying sharpanel
Apr 11, 2022 @ 06:37:08
Powerful clarion call Akasha
Yet my mind is twisted
Refusing to chronicle
Brother throttling Brother
Choking sister
Son Absalom hunting father David
It is atrocious with the gnashing of teeth
My mind can’t gather the sharpanel
The order in which the blood splattered and brains busted
Vietnam, how the wound split open
Flying over the sacred lives of children
Wandering orphans, scarred following a refugee path faraway from home
Loneliness burns
The vultures
Wild dogs
And the sharpanel
Flying around
Ukraine
Russia
There is Mynamar
Yemen waiting on aid
I have no chronological order
From Absalom to David
Lonelines and the flying sharpanel
Akasha the clarion call
Apr 11, 2022 @ 15:08:00
We are all connected. I walk in your shoes, you walk in mine, our hands together, our hearts beating to the same rhythm 🤗🌹🙏