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.
