AGAIN

World, open up and let me immerse from your claws,
Like a phoenix rise from the rocks and stones the very first day
your mythology was invented by the masculine souls
thousands of years past.

And world, there seems to be a new song, pompous and divine,
every time I open my ears to the whisper of the clouds above.
The clatter of your waste and debris will be passed around,
and the hole in your heart won’t heal in a second, before you end,
end up facing that last task of yours.

World, where will that train of thought lead us, who will appear
to be the glorious winner in this race no one has ever won before?
And time, dear world, passes without a trace; we esteemed that no one
would ever fear the blink of an eye, turns out you did.

And world, we rip you apart, tear you to shreds,
chunks of trash spread all over you, your daughters and sons
as victim of our greed, will you ever escape our clutch and grasp?

If there really was a force here that gave birth
to you and your stellar friends,
would he claim you back after billions of moments?
would you be his again?

And if you release my energy from my crooked bones
by releasing me from your depths,
would I be his again?
Could we ever be his again?

June 15th, 2010