Soup
I’ve been called from the moon
my green was being smelt
from the most distant mountains.
But I was so far away,
I was flying from the colors of my spirit.
The smoke came up to my hair,
some of it snuck into my pupil.
I couldn’t see you anywhere,
we were lost inside of our feelings.
You live inside my soup,
and I see you swimming
and jumping from my spun.
And I see you everywhere,
every time I look,
and I’m really sorry I wasn’t clear to you.
Autor(es): Socunbohemio