What did yesterday want from you?
It’s time for you to reflect on the messages of tomorrow.
What did the door want from you?
It has dislocated the joints of safety.
Every window has turned into a sky
Every blade of grass looked at its state of futility.
What connects you to this moment now
The scattered stones on the banks endorsed the flowers and chose to celebrate.
We look together towards the wall, the gunpowder, and the destruction Then take a step back as an interesting idea.
Somewhere beyond your poetic gaze, a laughter forgot its name,
A cloud chose God’s love over human hell.
