Every time I think of leaves falling over the edge
of this trembling mountain
i see the warmth and
hear the birds of depths floating
inside my running lungs
like a rhythmic pulse of the waves.
I try to sweep away the beat of the silence
trembling together with the ground beneath me,
therefore - standing still.
No moving, my legs knotted into trees,
growing their roots far for the air
to touch the sky
and the stars
but the direction is the opposite.
Try again later.
Move me into the cave! I wanna go to the cave!!
It is warm
its the place with no razor blade sharp strings from the clouds.
Take me to the fucking cave.
Withered under the sun with heart
and screaming a
nd fighting for the last view of the stars.
Or was it the first?