Biotic Laden
after Joseph Ceravolo
Where is the amount
of energies I hate?
A bed and more the prayers go
inside our pride. It is lionized
a wheelbarrow to
the overflow of wind
and who has sleepless
has more
My energies
again to tighten
again the wrench is
biased and rolls
like reflection
in a fish tank
and the ocean
has no idea
how mad we are
If I have always
worked for you
a bird without its sky
I'll move
aground again
held up
by the view
and sleep
But are these rains a boredom
grown to us in this state
But I am exactly
then know the sounds of birds