We were made
to create
to work,
to wonder.

Maybe by gods,
Maybe by stars,
Maybe by
nothing at all.

Truth
lost in time

Still,
we carry each day
in our questions.
looking for answers
in books
written by men

We burned
not out of hatred
but hunger.
Not to vanish
but to become
smoke
in the same wind.

It clings
a velvet fog inside my chest,
sweet with rot,
syrup-slow and
darker than bone.

I dance,
light candles,
run toward the sun
still it hums
like a second heartbeat
that forgot how to stop.

You smiled,
and suddenly,
the night bloomed
softly
as if the stars
had always been flowers.

We all dream of the
Red mountains

We all think of the
Red mountains

No one speaks of the
Red mountains

We see them every night —
Getting bigger and bigger,
Closer and closer.
Yet every morning,
No one has the courage
To speak about the red mountains.

We all dream of the
Red mountains

We all think of the
Red mountains

No one speaks of the
Red mountains

Can you not see?
Demagoguery
Obviates
More heir apparently
Aryan
Nation-states
Pro
Natalist,
Prison camps
But can’t concentrate
On the most blatant
Abuses of propagates
Power projects
The world over
Disorder
Is over now
Stand aside
Open the border

I could see myself as I truly am.
what would I see???