16’24”

2021

An eternal body,
flows like sea water,
fixes a vanishing point,
in herself,
an anchor on land.

At the hands of bandits
or politicians
populations fall prey to the violence
of statelessness.

In the urban,
concrete reigns,
and yet a small green stick,
peeks out to bear witness,
of a life lived
despite
dominance in material,
hierarchies,
dismantled
by a smile.

Rejoice at the movement,
for it is eternally changing,
stagnation leading to empty breaths,
a time for one thing,
eats another
and leaves of a year,
frolic like a child beating heart,
the year of the tiger,
no one can deny,
cums after violence.

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