because the codes are scrambled,
because the real thought is replaced by
some seemingly important.
because we are generated Patriots
of the unwritten history.
that’s why we are crumbed dust
forgotten dying star
Mayan desire to be reborn
somewhere in the holes of the arteries
we act warm-up
such as bricks and glass wool
in electric furnace.
anatomy of warmth.
I identify myself in every single pore
of the trees,
and look for the center of my home
in the burst dry fields
then from the lumps I create the planetary system
the universe of hidden groundwater
– my Cosmos.