The world without fences, and walls.
The world without division,
without barbwires of separation.
Where there is no idolatry of believes and ideologies.
Where there is no hood, religion, nation, or race,
only The song,
only The word,
only
The
music.
Where no squall could blow the breath of flowers away.
Where
no lie
could splinter
the voice of truth,
no impediment of substance could smear
the transparency of space and time,
no unmerited
could ever wrinkle
the brow of fair.
The utter state of crystal clarity.
Where nothings would ever blur the vision,
a lens that erases the distance,
a loupe that magnifies nearness
against its size.
Where if a blossom open
in other side of the word
you witness,
if a child tear,
all the water taste salty.
Where you share
the grief that impregnates shellfishes with pearls,
poets with poetry,
marbles with Venuses,
and silence
with sonata,
in the other side of oceans
in the mirror
across the throat
of an hourglass.
