I ferry my life on my palms’ chest
Feeding sunflower seeds to my solitude
Transcending from every reclusiveness
And all these roots slowly lifting my freckles
Hived enough sunlight for all my healings
Telling myself,
In all my loving, I have loved alone
Navigating within the shades of my candor
Face dreaming, staring within the cracks
Cultures barb-wiring my heart’s ecstasy
Yet, you don’t see the harvests of my love
Still I arch on my forthrightness
Here, noting is mellowed or extinguished
Just my love feeding on someone’s love
But the way of loving is so wrong these days
Cruelly, letting love be a thing of currency?
Now I rendezvous silence from every lip
To furnish the shelves of my spontaneity
Unlearning everything fear taught me
Scouting within lines the meaning of life
Little by little
But the meaning of life is,
There is no meaning at all.
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