...

In seconds...
You decide to give yourself up...

they won't ask if you're not presenting
a closed art gallery...

I fill the population
a lost voice croaking...

-
Just as day lingers on that final hour...

I carry this sadness with me,
I carry it in my heart...

I've watched the wound grow on your heart,
depression- an angry black spot you can't rub off...

Breaking of her wings-
taking off her color...

I hang plump peaches on scorched branches
with mending juice for your dry blistered hand...

...

The day that we act equal towards our brothers and...
will indeed be a celebration for the realization...

I lay upon you
we sing against twilight...