Confused Mind
Confused mind
He walked into a kaleidoscope, stunned
around and threw up colourful vomit.
Carrousels, blinking light, not his scene.
He intended to climb mountains.
For a berg goat, our world looks pathetic
yellow eyes of tipsy cherubs.
Celebration of something in his village
singing drunkenly, rockets kiss the air.
When the cacophony ends with jubilant
voices, this is not Idlib.
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