For my green smoke
You must be blessed to find the one who would melt your soul into paper…
I cursed
The God who
Threw me out
Of my fibre heaven.
As a punishment
He reduced me
To a reversed halo
And the walls of
My world came
Tumbling down…
As the pain
Falled into my arms
And the famine
Invaded me
I was embraced
By green and smoke…
And they flooded
My lungs and my life
With such tenderness
That this empty paper soul
Of mine…
Was filled once again
With love and awe…
