Fibers covered in colour

Colours embracing light

I'd like to mouth it

Tsk

fingertips alone smack this land

I don't believe

in hunter-gatherers

and have no intellectual sub for it

So our conversation ends here

The rose I was touched with

will die

My consciousness

will keep it forever

as I cherish all go-throughs

filled to the brim with life

Let things go

Butterfly here

butterfly there

everywhere, losing count

I must be a candle

or the change itself

The conflict pit

that lives in my stomach

I put a smile there today

it changed colour

it became new conversations

So I took my shoes off