Have you ever listened to the growth of the grass
And felt exiled on this nobody-has-ever-heard-of island
Inside us?
Deep down the mountains
I once heard the obsessive tic-tac of time
Dispersed in the tumult of rocks.
Limbs of fire burnt my feet and legs
Smothering my veins to implosion,
And I started to melt and drag into the earth,
Feeling each and every pebble
Squeezed between my once-called teeth.
I tried to repeat to myself in obstinacy
That I could flow with the waters
Once again into the sky
And fall down with the rain
Feeding the grass growing giggling
Towards the decrepitude of the
Once infinite universe above.
But I got no response
As I forgot my echo
In the valley of tears.