the waiting

we are always waiting
waiting our body to be filled
filled by another body
another flesh
another beat

high hopes in high clouds

we say:
here’s my body
here’s my soul
here’s my shell

wide opened

a shelter.

The Shelter.

yet, this is not the time of my body
higher the clouds higher the fall
land your body, straighten up and walk.

maybe our body experience some sorrow

it’s nothing new, only hurting
a few dreams burned
and a singed body

we close our shell

and then
a new waiting starts

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