My window flew
Landed behind the house
Began singing at dawn
Disturbing all the birds of the morning
And the neighbor next door
From her slumber
A narcissus arose
Asking those trees
About a child who used to sing to the sea
And the rivers
Then the throat of fire erupted
And the flute disappeared – in the universe
My window flew
The chatty boy got lost
Nothing remained but
A narcissus standing at the shore
Weeping over the spinning waves
My narcissus took off all her clothes
Looked in the mirror of the sand
She saw nothing but her desolation
She jumped into the water
She washed off the scars of her trauma
She lost her mulberry leaves
She came behind the window
Calling the throat of fire
All the senses of the sea ignited
The pupils of the cacti burned
And the branches of the moons dangled
My narcissus stripped off yesterday's sorrows
And danced over the blood of the collapsed boy
My window returned to its room
The door celebrated its return
The wall, the picture, the verse, and the nail sang
My window came back sad
Complaining to the Forgiver
He saw – at dawn – my narcissus
Getting undressed for the fisherman
Twisting - dancing –
Over the blood of the collapsed boy
And the hungry fire
In my homeland –
Devours the remnants of the trees.
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