In the collages of rushing heavens-

Inflamed by my sunsets-

I’m naked and mad-

Running in fever-

Shooting the ravens-

Black doubts–

In the collages of rising waters-

Over the years of crashes-

My wisdom like sand-

In hot deserts of wishes-

Burning my feet-

Down to ashes–

When I die-

I pray that you scatter me-

All over the maddening crowds-

That worship calamity–

I am finally ready for flickering skies-

Pouring down its rainbows and stars-

At my only Gods-

When you cry-

I can tell:

DUALITY is your only reality.

© Dalia Lane