the banger of the cruel world
when it pushed me around
making it the sand the dry land
played by the wind
a homless begar .
standing on my way
taking the pot full of water
from my hand
so i won't pour water on the sand
so i won't curdle it
and i won't make it hard
i won't build abridge fallbacks
empowering the lifeless
energizing the dead
the history of past

© Gael