Looking out
the world is flat
reflecting only clouds
All diverse is disappeared
the only difference the shade of sky
mountains valleys green all gone
Remembering the preflood
when the globe had shapes
before the hope was ended
before
before
before
Good Friday I eat passion fruit.
Seeds crack
between my teeth
and I swallow sweet.
Hope, hope again
above despair.
My eyes may cry hot salt but my heart is untouched. My head may ache from competing strategies, my arms may ache from comforting strangers, but my heart is untouched. My heart is untouched and my heart is mine. I can feel it untouched and I can share it with others. My heart is mine, my heart is untouched. My heart is for everyone; my heart is for you.
simonsalento 