Woman of Thousand Myths

I dumped all the history books The ones I own The ones I do not The ones I have read The ones I have not Cause your arrival Marks The start point Of human history As well as the universe And, with your hand You redrawn new maps To give birth to A new kind of geography Less flat Less salty That joins Tiger River And the Mississippi Your smile Is this big bang Of alphabets That redraws a fair Language Where geometric And organic Poems are equal Your lips give order To build this town And enough streets And temples And to rise a wall Around this town As high As the Chinese wall To slave all the lovers Around your temples Everything in this Town Is buried in your eyes And there The bubbles of civilization Are waiting passionately To get the torch And run, and Run with all the feet And wings They have and The new ones created For this moment To start a new Beginning