The Static

Soldiers

The morning light seems too bright,
The beauty of you burned into my memory.
A trafficked image.
A life lost and distorted.

I am here.

Wind lifts me up over the machinegun fire.
I heard the soft cries of a little girl.
A hand of concrete turns soft to hold-
Her.

I am not this.

I’m running back to you.
The earth holds my fiery screams.
The moss patches my wounds,
I am waging this war.

I am a machine.

I am a problem to the answer.
An equation that has no boundary within time and space.
I am the sun,
God of a moment.

I am the soldier of Gaiea