On the day he woke me up
I stumbled out of my father's head
Squinting and stretching
It seems my shadow's grown taller
Than I last remembered
And so I ran
Chasing it's answers
Through headphones
Through libraries
I wanted to find the difference
Between the love of a brothel
And the love of a sunset
Can I find a way to give the people
Uniforms with buttons shined
And still escape from
The folds of bodies
Humming and twisting
In convulsed obedience
Solutions so hard to find
After years of being buried
Under old photographs
Yet I hear the ascending choir
Marching through
The death of my sins
I'm walking now
Walking into my diaspora
And stumbling upon a fallen sunrise
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