Utopia

castle of sand

         grains, like birds on lines
         black crows next to
         white doves and brown geese

castle of wires and wings,

         they are still yet
         holding droplets out of reach
         for the sake of a small hand

         moulding

         every bird will settle
         every crow will wait for any dove
         anytime
         though they always travel separately
         every grain will maintain
         keep an exception

let this child build its dream
for just one more moment

         this wave may be the last
         it will lay itself down
         it will spread air under their wings
         like a last breath
         and the last pour upon microscopical pebbles

dripping battlecry
within a broken faucet pipe
embryos of a new dawn and age
centuries in black and white and brown
a weight awaits one, weight which sinks
any castle

omniscent fetuses

         intelligently watching from a faraway shore
         how brown birds fly home
         how black crows return
         how white doves flutter
         silent pacemaker in my palms

i will show you
the nest of every dream
where every feather belongs
how a world is unborn again;

         though acquaintanced with shores
         you are yet to regard
         these setting suns
         as warmth disclosed
         a ruin of sand