water on my keyboard

mud in my piano

sand on my larynx

glue in my fists

camouflage remotes


wings on these thoughts

just listen

just listen

to the earth revolve

a world grow

people dying to live

sun rays and

rain drops and

wind gusts and

good vibes and

bad spirits and

long quietude

reveal what is relevant to reality

what is transitory

what is immortal