I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands.-
I stood up
like swans hoisting their necks
like the three dimensional expand of dominoes
in seedlings
towards blossom,
like the snake-dance of sprouts
rising through the bones of stones
with their ingrained flutes tune
from the basket of a grain,
like the urges of pollination in the veins of mating seasons,
like the promises of tomorrow in the eyes of stars,
like the smell of jasmines in the flesh of whiteness,
like the melt of chocolate in the warm saliva between two lips,
like a stem crawling amidst its thorns,
like the caterpillars' metamorphosis
to recapitulate
the petals of their wings,
like a hero in front of fire squad,
like the infants' visceral search within their urges,
to defeat a hopeless imposition
by surmounting the impossible task of standing on their feet
filling the millions of years gap
between hominids
and
monkeys
