forget the god of sun,
and the one who sleeps in the moon.
forget the ever-stretching gas.
forget the horrors of existence:
claiming at being.
no big hands to wait our return home,
no Ikenga, no Janus, no Chronos
no Dagda, no Geras…
not a single thing to be blamed for.
none’s at fault,
there’s no fault at all.
what we want, we want
what we don’t, we don’t.
free to choose:
to stay, to leave,
free to break our necks…
all the beauty, all the strength, all the stress
and passion of every decision
lies in us;
and that’s enough to inspire all poetry on earth.