word that hurts

and all you see is the earth and the earth is in me

but God does not want does not want
not
to
take me with a song of lark does not want not
to say

oh

why people we still die, why should we die
why should we think about tomorrow with fear

your huddled in the thin shadow of dreams

and all I see today crumble

wells lip as a dry mouth
heaven lip dry on your forehead
leaves lip above the eyes like a dry forest
and there's not autumn my dear poetry
and all we see it decomposes quickly
and there is no autumn no

the ocean nests in the eyes
and the eyes dry up in the sockets
angels with dry wings swallow the clouds

and I'm not exaggerating the words anyway lies

yes
the sky swaying it like a dry leaf
and the night stretches on the walls
as a woman belly in love
only darkness remains
and where to germinate a light

but neither do we not want to see parents
scattered through days
do not want to walk on top of our mothers
on mother's knee that keep us erect standing

and all I see is transience
I drink all the rains
I drink from empty glasses all the snows
here's how is aging the month on window
but always is young

yes
the words meat is shrinking
but you see
you see how I lift up walls around my body

stone by stone