Worshiper and idol become one in the end.
At last
parallels prolong,
to one another.
.
I have endured your absence
like a raindrop that sustains the impossible distance,
in the volume of oceans
inside the setaceous thirst of a desert's thistle.
like the pride of a growing wave
smashed
against the bluffs of icy eyes
again and again
until the pride of the bluff stumble.
like a moment mummified in the crystal of an ice cube,
like a momentum in a gesture of an effigy,
like a butterfly
bottled whiten the fossil of its wings,
like a ballerina of frost
inside the music box of winters,
like the spawns of whiteness
hatching in swans necks hoisting to the moon,
like a rain dear,
inside the broken glass menagerie
of hyenas’ fangs,
like a volcano that erupts in its own desolation,
like the motherhood who breast feeds
her infant of night with the day light,
like a morning dew
oozing and breezing on the barbwire
of her crimson bleeding heart.
Worshiper and idol become one in the end.
At last
parallels prolong,
to one another.
