Flow and Stream
I’d like to be a bird on the deck of chaos
groping body of flashes
unmentioned versions
an orphan tongue inside of me
shattered words
bird searching for the path to the unexpected
to a route that doesn’t know itself
and it doesn’t question
like the rocks don’t question
the stony echo of the shore
Someone next to me speaks the language of the ocean
and leaves seeing the innocence
ready to give birth
wandering in the solid void
rusty craft that insists
in the page that ended and doesn’t return
an anonymous wind inside of me lifts
the flow of the seafloor, invisible coming
the moment is shattered and acquires
all the paths that lead to the miracle
all its life a daydream in vigil
to say just one word
deep thought and inexorable
to believe…
