| | standing on this world
that scientists would call a planet
and know nothing of life
i rebuke my genus
what are species
locked pools of genes
this fate is something more
beautiful and fluid than
the rigid walls of definitions
voice vibrant with energy
life giving to the silent
lines on the page
solid words.
melt the poles
they say that the world is warming
they say that the world is cooling
they say and talk and speculate,
always another distraction.
my darkness, my light,
on this earth everyone, everything
carries a shadow,
do i lose it in the dark?
beautiful days are not
that clouds pass over your skies
wishing the sun to move from the corner of your sight,
to the centre.
beautiful days are not
that you command the rain to end,
willing away the million kisses that fall
onto shoulders and crowns.
if the earth were in the sky
would we still wish to fly?
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