What a mind
I was born within,
A final echoing moment
That I release from lips chapped by time.
I release the fuel from the fire,
The water from the soil,
The entrances from the exits,
The simplicity from the complication.
I sacrifice tears,
To let allowance to awesome fears,
A greater shivering
To a world that has nothing more
Than the pain where I sink myself,
The earth where I cling myself,
The sinew where I hang myself.
My placement, is for a tide of war.
Just an epiphany
Where smoke and fires
Engulf streets made of history’s pages.
I am the white-out
Upon the blackness to ink.
The endeavor to an equation that reaches forever.
She welcome my empty spirit.
She embraces something
Meant for the ocean.