Movement

it is as if the laws have spoken

it is as if your shoulders are blue

and 10 great elephants from 10 great sides

they’re sober but they’re stern

they trumpet their names out

names are crucial

names are the clincher

but you have no name

in crowds, there are only faces

in processions, there are faces

and there are bodies

but this is neither

this is the hour of the mirrors

in a world where teachers

who teach love are hated the most

You, who have no name

You, who move

through war & famine

through afflictions so bizarre that even prophets give up

remember, that, though speechless now,

one day, you must speak

to the stars, to all universe;

one day, hills shall tumble.

remember the waters.   

remember time.