One too many wounds surfaced

One too many shores occupied

One two many souls left worn out


Searching for meaning

In the undated betweenness

Slowly escaping from themselves, flying


Stretching everything seen except the truth

Infertile lands, standing in the betweenness

Trembling like leaves, a betrayal to the eyes

Swallowing the hearts of their own children

The bloods run down their elbows

I remember this with my eyes


One day

These birds escaped

Letting their cages soulless

Letting their homes collapse behind.