nimble vector
I drown my head
into a shoulder where I'll lay,
a shore for the rising seas
flooding earth:
I'll rest in your tombstones.
I'm grabbing the Warmth
with frozen hands
for when the sun will
perish: fatigued—
working for so many millions of
winters now
taking over the Earth.
I search it under vacant roofs
searching on a naked branch—
I found one atom floating
away before my eyes
like shattered marbles beneath my feet.
I fell. Leaning onto Nothing.
I murmured <<where is my Country?>>
softly
to the lonely piece of glass.
oak oyster