25 december 2019
Beyond Words
Skinned alive, as
an aftermath of speaking
against the unhinged
blue gods.
Like cacti: growing
straight towards the sky
exploring the questions,
you open a can of paint.
The secret spills. In
happenings, you will find
some poems, written
for tribes of flowers.
The colors sings at the
feast of tearfalls.
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