And the voices that yell loudly
resonate in the gorillas and insects
and wonderful imageries
which gets the spirit high
And plagues and disasters
catastrophes and failures
And mistakes do not break the core
they only corrode the facade
that I love but that
wears me down.

And poetry and art
Literature and prose
On this canvas that I've created
with the trees that tower
over it, and the sun
cracks mirrors
of shallow waters
that kill the iris.

I don't want to think.