After the chaos of struggle
When the source of power stopped flowing
From the tensioned dried body
I saw a paint appeared
Colored in blue like a sky
Elevating from
The horizon of the sea
Calmed down,
I saw the paint
Growing around me through me
All pure blue
Degrading in a lighter blue
It was a light
Constant
Likely that it was already there
And always behind
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
After the chaos of struggle
When the source of power stopped flowing
From the tensioned dried body
I saw a paint appeared
Colored in blue like a sky
Elevating from
The horizon of the sea
Calmed down,
I saw the paint
Growing around me through me
All pure blue
Degrading in a lighter blue
It was a light
Constant
Likely that it was already there
And always behind