Never human ...

We are never human

We are always less or so much more

We are phoenix fires through grey mountains

Or maybe stars we gazed upon, we are them

We broke and fell upon mirages of ecstasy

To rise up as cratered fragments

We are inked down particles

Running through each other’s veins

Like frantic atoms in a lost space

We are the gentle blows of winds

On the face of haywire tornadoes

Or are we that as well?

We are the supernatural things haunting one another

In sleepless nights with drifted minds

We are the silver drawn chariots of a sun scorched rainbow

The divine comedy of lives

Or maybe the swirling twirling smoke

Passed from burnt bitter lungs

We are blood tears that flow at every sunset

We are the stares for kisses

The handshakes for ravaging love

The smiles for a knee cut child

We are the flocking metaphors for crumbled poems

The voice of the mute

The one syllable to eternity.