A little word from the world

Just wrote it. Thinking in a tip from Moarzjasac :) with love from Portugal. Tomas

A little word from the world

I'm back again.

I'm the hour's new friend.

I'm assimilation
assimilation of my mere perspective
assimilation of existence and tolerance
in the kind world of mirror's

in the sunshine feel of sand
beautiful as oblivious flowers arranged wildly
lost and desolate as the clear stars of the milky-way.

I'm not here.

I'm times lost enemy.

I'm coincidence
pain is the wind
wherever it blows
we go with it
as slow as the tide of gloom that covers us

and takes us
and loves us.

If they could only see

These words from inside

"singing softly to me"

Humanity would melt
to the very
last
man.

By Tom Sottomayor