without any doubts of removing
the edges.
poverty chases us and we rather
burn alive then die alone in
love.
i lost you and remembered us.
i found you and lost you with my
wordless and nothingness that was caught between our empty repetition.
i will change it and soften my
clenched fists that wrap around
the thickness of past air.
and there, a multicultural boat
will take us back home.
