Blind Side of Metamorphosis

it was here another time

i've known you since the time

these dead trees were seeds

world was a crystal

and this sky was a moment

be knowing or not

yet it exists

the slow walk that happened

before being what it is today

let silence narrate the roar burried in metamorphosis

let there be light of the unheard all over

rains that were there until a moment before one day

the time that was there until fading away

must the day come to narrate the night

the stories of dark to the blind light

if at all a telling must there be

let there be a poem that talks about me

the pebbles that raised the wall of cognition

can never fall

you keep looking for the wall of cognition

in every wall

night when you come back to this abyss

let yourself see that 'another time'

if at all a telling must there be

let there be a poem that talks about me

i am the streets of the town that was there

i am the fallen dry leaves on them

i am the time before me

i am all that will ever be

it was here another time

Arp

21 sep 22

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