A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?
through the glittering wreckage
of my story and the history of my tribe.
she sorts the heap
half in two.
dark and heavy;
carried way too far
for far too long.
given back to the earth.