insky

we have been found
for a day
and again, lost

we have been feared
desired, and loved
forgotten? don’t know

we have been healthy
we have been sick
and we have felt gone

the woods
omnipresence of nature
strong
primigenous custody

the city
of human
a violent proclamation
civil degradation

fight their war?
or fight your own?

letting the violence wash out
down the drain of your soul

searching every day
every night
here again we go

while a tree falls down afar
the echo collapses
into an assault a fire a gun

both dead both gone

just an instance of love

no art
no philosophy
no war
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-My name is Nobody
-Excuse me?
-My name is Xebeche. He who talks loud, saying nothing...