Elephant in the room
Is air
Is fire is burning in the hell
Is the fallen tower of Babel
Is the cut heads that people throw at each other over the high wall everywhere

Is one of our eye contacts
A sigh
A cry
Every second we choose to be silent

Is the fox running with confusion on the deserted streets in evening peak times
Is flags and horns
Is the sum of city T, Z and G, with many histories going back and forth
Is the wind, blowing every corner of the world
Is the instant and eternity that cannot be distinguished

You just write and write
Flee and flee
but cannot escape from the foot stepped by the elephant in the room

I shout and shout
Run and run
Just to see the momentary light