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Huybrechts Imani

The Tailor



I know God

said the tailor who made my shirts

you've seen him in your nightmares

and in your blissful dreams

when the road of stone turns to and end

you can liberate the hidden secrets

Encaged in the mind of the wandering gal

through places of heat and burning souls

mountains and surring insects galore

 

I know God

he said

he smiled and his twitching eyes locked with mine 

and I could smell the fishy breath coming out of his slightly opened mouth

exposing me to all that I  ran from

disappearing into the only thing I remembered

the physical body where I lived my hours

while rain poured down on me

washing away the fears of disguised fear

with a touch of rosemary dust and lavender hair

 

streams ran endlessly along the mountains

weeping for the beauty of a certain pain

and de-egocentring the system of life 

And inside of my hands I felt the movement

turned my palms up to the sun and lay them

down upon the soft cool earth and the wind blew and blows away, with steady care,

the poisonous untruth inside. 

remained I stayed in words of unspoken

thank you while all was just and true and now.

 




Envoyé: 22:11 Wed, 27 February 2019 par: Huybrechts Imani