We scratched these walls
carved the hardships,
sculptured our souls in the rocks.
We imprinted in DNA of the universe.
We imprinted on the ice, snows,
in the heart of snowflakes.
We imprinted on the heart of sparrows lost in the rain.
on the neck of little lambs elongated like a giraffe
searching for the knife
reaching for a kerf
to flee out of the custom
of this life.
