9 july 2016
The Spirit
How long will it go
this hurricane?
Let me go, open the sails
and put the boat on high sea.
Water is deep and blue, wind is strong
and I want to do it again
Tonight I will break the vow of moon
and bring it down.
Who knows where I land
the school of sharks
or turbulent isle
the body will be lowered to feed the hungry waves.
I was used to upheavals
up and down, up and down
and slept on pillow of clouds
who will wash the mirror today.
I am not going to die
not now but for ever
I will cleave, my body, my soul, my thoughts
into thousand pieces, each will grow into I.
Floral and thorned, rosy and scented
opening like a tribute
to fetishes of yore
The spirit must live.
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