The voice become empty of its own
till your steps you suck the breast of the bright nature
and you rush to see till the waves of horizon evening
you searched for pleasure within the adoration of moon and water inside your eyes space
and till you touched the white color of the moon
a finger scratched from the bottom of your foot till the lines of your breasts
and you taste what a burning bitterness in your nudity of your vision and your body
you closed your eyes to open your mouth
but instead your legs opened and you gave birth to the deception child
you feel the lines of a kiss on the lost resonance of you existence
you wrap your tears in a letter and send it for water just like the fast mailer
but the waves were still living
so only the bitter silence of your existence could hear your voice with its heart
and the sister of pebble pearl of your alienation bites her own lips
and you become the blind self whisper
because you hungry have eaten your voice just like your breath
every night, every time, by each of your breath count you ingest a star
you ingest that much that the moon was disappointing from sun
and night asked you ; could you be yourself just for a night?!
and only breath and not ingest a star?!
may be night didn't know your roots have tied to your colors
because your hand's feathers have lost its colors
your eyes were splitting larynx
and from its blood making sweet honey
and you intrepid were still alive
because you were breathing with your voice
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