Water,
This I seek
Like a baptism
Into the world that is real
That vibrates here
Hinting of promised times
When boys no longer fall
And men no longer cry
Where the sea, the salt, and the sun
Shine.
And we surf on waves from paradise.
And women no longer become objects for mutilation.
And their beauty doesn’t make us crazy,
longing, deluded, that human genitals could get us closer.

And these words
They fly
They vibrate
They resonate
For ever and
More.
As the castle
That I see
In the new world
Stands tall and true
And the fantasy mirage of lawn mowers
Is nothing more than flakes of dust of dandruff of mortar
To that which is real
And the sun
Shines
And the sea
Sparkles
And the boat floats gingerly
In paradise.