Purple Allysum

Bad
is the robust stone on my head
Good
is the hurt yet smiling roses in the squares
Innocence
is the symbiosis of good bad and bad good
Courage is when a huge mountain allows a scion plant gash its breast

Black is heavy coreo-stratus cloud
White is the unheavy cumu-stratus
running towards each other
running away from each other
Grey is the colliding clouds
dripping tears from the ocean of your eyes

What difference can good and bad make
to a broken alyssum?
All she needs is
a ray of kind sunshine
a drop of clear wine


Wrong
is a chain latched in a maschinalised woman’s boots.
Right
is a counter-chain cuffed to a marginalized man’s wrests

Dear purple allysum,
When you can’t choose between right or wrong
When gravity doesn’t allow to fly away
and you can’t ascend in the strings of rain
nor you can descend between two
Hold on tight!

Beyond right and wrong
Up and down
Here, exists our hall
the dream-land you’ve lost for so long

Once your fragile heart is healed
shoot all the way to the moon!
Here you really are centred and serene!
fresh and radiant than among the crowd

My beloved asylum
Why have inside-outed your purple heart
in a town whose citizens got purple minds?


Val.
Tuesday
August 8,2023