A halo lights up for a short moment.
How many times have I heard
we are different
we would not act like that.
One head, so many decisions.
When will you go out, my hour?
Time closed
in cracked jars
leaks through sharp cracks.
An invisible border
separated by bitterness
for the lost land
moves me away from you.
Look, a small ant carries a big stick,
and a tiger got stuck on a branch
wanting to devour a monkey’s child.
Irony of fate makes
the laws of gravity silent.
Lost in the chaos of condemned saints
we create shrouds
sewing together torn pieces
of a lost thought.
Our beliefs go away and return
jumping their
salto mortale
in the embrace of my and your
inevitable chances.