~
Hark!
He knocks.
Time, it's time,
the Kuroi Jukai within me.

Finding an unordinary
drifting off to sleep point,
a hollowed-out spot,
where I can let
God dream for me.

Whistles in the wind,
in lullaby the sky and sea
seem to trade places,
bending around me
as vertical blanketed surges.

My carcass is a colonization (of bones)
for my dearly departed ones,
forbearers of migration,
seeking endless sea,
until like them,
I settle upon
their ancestral shore.
~

where are we
when we are nowhere

where are we
when we are everywhere

are we?

to be nomadic
here and there yet nowhere

sans frontières

but they are there, aren't they
endless frontiers, ceilings, barriers, hurdles

just let me go
let me jump
up, over, out

escape the labyrinth