I cant help but blame the year
for this mad pseudo-diaspora
because the moon and the stars
already had enough
on their plates.
I could have lived with the guilt
of tossing blames
but the rest of the world
followed suit.
Messy minds, personifying
the inanimate
when epithets
and epitaphs
are just tickets
to the movies they sell.
Take for example Comet Neowise
who you welcomed
warmly with embraces
though you know nothing about him, only comes every
6, 800 years.
He could be a mad man
or a scheming tyrant
or a useless father
but you never think
about that, no,
we only like tossing blames
though we know nothing.
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PoésieOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
