as the sun sets
as the sun sets
and the sky cries
as the rain melts
as the ice turns
to water.
the earth is reborn.
nurturing all of its entities within itself
making them anew
as the winds blow
and connect
the world within to the one without
i hear cries
they come
not from a culture in need
but from a frail small
frightened body
that stands
among the giants
on top of the world
watching all of this
go on with in itself
watching and waiting
for her
to.
come.
back...
i yearn for you.
for each fragile limb
that makes you whole
for each impurity
gained from this wretched
life in this place
where the lost are gone for good
never to be found again
they have long been forgotten
by those who have control.
control of you.
control of me.
control...