Waking
I felt my eyes dry
worn out by my daily routine.
My eyes opened
I am the common
the unknown
something in between
the language that was stolen
and then
spoken by the kings-queens…….
Memory fails
to give sight back
questions become offensive
when they disassemble
the networks of the members
of diverse global empires
it is still the old world
it is only dressed
with the new world’s clothing
there is no need to order
for when it comes
there will be disorder
on your screens
the world moves
when you begin to heal
but
it never really stopped-
you begin to feel
it is true.
There are two beginnings-
One nature gives us…..
the other
we give to ourselves.
One is finite…
The other is not
- rhemhi