the snows held the lands
safely under her warmth
and i saw you
across the river
...
like strangels
watching the desecration
of life
with movements
...
the image
has been seen
throughout
history
tragedies mirrored
...
i watch
the cockroach
cross the floor
in appreciation
...
i rise
from the yesterday's ashes
shaking history
from my wings
...
I.
this flow between us
it is the stretch of muscles
...