Change - Nahemah

Those solar explosions

My refuge against your cries

The twisted immersion

Under a layer of fire

Come up to the trapeze with me

Brush my perspective

My arms stretched out

Like branches into the pathetic truth

Sometimes I feel my teeth

Falling down my smile

Sometimes I feel I’m losing my steps

Through this empty desert

When I achieve to pull out

The fishhooks from my eyes

Bring me back my cycle

And don’t show the tattooed wound

Stay… walk on my fingers

Let out the sun under your tongue

The perfect spiral

Straight up ways again

I don’t vow remembering