Adding Flowers To Water Poem by Atef Ayadi

we all have
a nagging insecure
child in our heads individually,
collectively in part or as a hole
(whatever hole, holly, hollywood or xfactor's music industry means to you...)

i do have it,
i love it sometimes
and restrained in
other times;
i mean make it go to sleep for example.
so, if someone,
said 'i am enlighten 2'
i say 'what the fact --bee and not b52? '
do i look tesla
three point five
or musk without a mask
(similar to being an avatar in second life, you can put any mask you want, your name and personal data are safe in the server.)

that child could be
a monster
in a good sense of the word,
or focus wherever you child is taking you.
i do not mind.
so, whatever section
you want to take mister 'chapiro'
or miss 'shakira'
you will find yourself
between the department of
cognitive science and literature and arts;
cozy, fulfilled, full stomach, and happy:
fill and emptying
empty, then fill what is empty.
it is a game we all play,
since the done
of civilization.
we are lucky, it is only
ten or more millennia.
in which we all killed
in one way or another
many many minds,
i mean children and
exterminated
vulnerable people, ecosystems, and tribes.