The Colorless Truth
Blue does not need the colour of the sea to paint the sky
Within the reach from my balcony
Nor do I need defeated eyelids to ride the morning
I do need, at least, take off my oxygen garment
To revive Me on the shelf of truth
So that my flesh would be food for the rainbow
And go along hand in hand with the wind
To drown twice in the sleepy blue eyed darkness
Sinking in me to seek depth
To save itself from the lost wars there in the marrow
I shall breathe instead of my oxygen
And take a sip from the unique drink
I do not care about the watchful day bats
Fools go down to take their secret words
And all their lucid risks
Of a loud chant of the subversive water on my forehead
The alphabet of liquids starts with the sweat of pain
But never ends in the face of rain…
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