Shed my skin, a web of bones

The souls of seas embrace,

where roots grow and legs don't go,

where silent stillness grace your ancestors

hollow shrines and whispers woven in shadows

humming hymns of memories ossify

cross landscapes and dry meadows.

Foster now new rituals,

The pulsing age of fragments

fractures and reveals 

The fate, the twisted tongue, the labyrinth.

Discover language 

intertwined

in soft, sweet songs of worship

while air howls beneath my skin

Incessant and entangled.

Wash away my voice and bones

Support my rafts' uncertainties,

Fill my wings with breathes and sighs

of blinded breeze and recognise where

waters meet

to finding rocks

to finding new religion

Upon woman, green - harvests change

from fate, swaying relics waving.

Wring out illusions of tragedies

Of language fossilised

And dance together, reminisce

Of futures still to mortalise.