My souls followed the moon
To the dark place it goes at 5:07am/
The first soul: rusty and rickety
From bending this way and that// for love
And still being left out; alone; wasted
Let’s call him Fragments.
Migrant is walking close by
A soul with with no soles
She’s walked oceans and clouds
Somewhere between unwanted and lost
Finding herself in tiny cubicles where her thoughts,
Wander too, maybe also desperate;
To get away from her.
Gun was not always my soul
She was desire/// dreams
She murdered every one of them
In secret corners where passions loaded bullets
She did not devise blood
But they shot at her first.
We have journeyed here
But the stars don’t want us
My souls tried/, hard to shine like that
We didn’t make it