The Exiled

By | 13 May 2024

Because we have a tongue that splits into multiples
we can’t obey.

In this small world
the lights became too many
because you abuse yourselves.

I’m swept away by rakes of speech
and return infinitely
like the coral ends washed up by waves.

Clueless and beautiful children vanished.

Even if you say
let there be light
bodies that need more darkness are born.

In the time of breeding illiteracy

in the prayers of the countless horns
spurting from my tongue
there is no God
or country.

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