Reinvention

 

I don't want this city these ruins this accelerated time
I don't carry within me another dream that's not
the city I draw over this city
these ruins this condemned time.

I don't want this sky these weapons this condemned time
I don't carry within me another idea that's not
the sky I multiply over this sky
these weapons this fragmented time.

I don't want this garden these stones this fragmented time
I don't carry within me another lesson that's not
the garden I invent inside this garden
these stones this imagined time.

Imagine the stones
the lesson and the city
the cats and the ruins
the sky made of blue
and the dream
of planets reconciled with the balance of my poem.

Imagine your poem
drawn over the surface
of my skin.