Everyone
is going to work
but him.
For him, there are no tomorrows,
because he is a martyr,
a hero!
The world of mediocrity
would go on deemed with no glow!
Rains funnel into the earth cavities
to guard their clarity
inside the hidden wells.
No one dares to utter the truth.
No one even dares to see,
the truth!
Transparency is a venom.
In this dusky world
throats are clogged
by the condensation of mendacity
and corked by dreads,
where your tongue
like a paddle boat
is lost in the seven seas of bitterness.
In this purulent lesion
transparency is concealed
by the ground,
by the murk
of suppurating.
The migrant birds of truth
are exiled to
the darker side of the moon.
Hearts are only apportioned
to be crescent,
never,
a full moon.
