Rebirth

verte est la morte
la chaude et la morgue
broken illusions
ice crystal DNA damage
or the mirage wrapping
inferno’s hunger
destruction and disorder
in loss we cry

mourning we touch
like sun blessing ash
a forest regrows
from tragedy, love
self is lost, détourné
on cherche ce qui
a été s’enfourner
but only in you I find me

in your reflections, form
hope and history modulation
a texture I treasure
the privilege to witness
sites of your frescos
to feel quiddity through art
car je me suis soufflé
ce moi-même a été submerger