Some leaves are sponges
absorbing light.. as wedges
accepting defeats as victories
embracing the universe
gazing at stars.. riding the winds
ruining walls unveiling insights
fighting fiercely to get that ocean ride
……There…..
Can’t get too involved in oceanic rage
Droplets of fear measured
in motion tides.. and foamy trance
A cruel movement I can’t precise
Squeeze no more, the bottom already
tied up.. spitting white saliva and dilemmas
not fit in brains nor in senses..
in common .. nor in adapted..
Turn .. spin it around..
Spread it all ..
in green lanes..instead
and migrate to other spaces..
Deliver it to the sun..
Show yourself.. abandon it
Spread your nudity
Deliver your pain..dry it up
under the sun beams..
until shivers..wrinkles and quivers
You are not to be blamed
How to differentiate of cruelty and innocence?
your rights or others’?
When all ears turn deaf..paralysed
by chaotic noises.. of hearing drums ..
hitting beats.. headaches and migraines
When no one listens.. busy in privacy
and seldom affairs..
It makes no difference at all..
since In fall…
leaves are always free-delivered
at your front door
..
