1
I
and you
are all made of the many
yet
I am born out of me
nature is all that it is
beauty unfolds only in human stare
life smiles in delight
when in your own light
you seal your lips
and unveil your eyes
to see who stands in seize
it always your
I
2
I
am a stillborn
who moves
only for money
and
slowly debased by time
turned into different caricatures of pity
looking to inflict pain
upon souls
tender than
mine
3
I am the open sky;
I am the cage
of all my imaginations . . .
I am the promise
I am the restraint
of all my imaginations . . .
I am the father
I am the murder
of my own little desires . . .