For what is confusion but clarity neglected?
For what it is we do but can’t decipher
When an hour yearns for another affliction,
a massacre, a battle won, a war lost within a stutter?
Growing weaker day by day, a blow softens the skies
Its skin without skin and a naked void, masking our roots raw and guile, cruel opinion
A shadow flees from its materiality; ‘admire magic as if you were it’
Fantasies felt oblivious to the idea of creation creating creatures created for dominion
Why blame riot and revolt for calling a caterpillar a snake with wings?
Home to trees too big, too tall, but with branches too delicate, leaves too dry
I hope this made you look at thick and thin, in a different way, not as twins
Of the same species, definitely not the same seedling you implanted, on the mind you live by
Never too far, never too attached are we
To the binding that sets our days a time to be
Where a question falls in love with its answer, an acute perception
Or grants a golden lion tamarin, a fiery heart, a roar, a chant, an applause for what it could’ve been.