The Star That Teaches Me Bending Poem by Atef Ayadi

I am stiff,

eileen, tried to help me
ease that.

for me bending
is prying for a diluted
God. it is not worth it.

now, as
i am tired from
this stiffness,
the back pain of my turbulent head,
and my desperate need for a work out.
i am leaving
my high worlds
toward an enslaving
hell of ground.

the sloap is rough
but it helps me
to adjust my head while keeping my eyes on my feet
so they can walk carefully and stick to ground.