EXPLORATION OF THE BLUE

The exploration of the green in your eyes,

Deep as much as them,

In a sphere as azure as them
Failing to create a forest
With the breasts full of leaves gonna suckle the world,

For ignoring the singularity of being dissafiliated from the soil,

By reclining to the shade of a unshaved tree
Igniting the most early weaned leaf that ever fresh
With guning down the ranks of ants,

And in the darkness of your eye pupils
Overflow with sorrow, desperation and lament from the eyes damped
With the winds that accompanied to the air rising from the holes of
The flageolet that plays
The most placid victory song of the universe
that telling the good news of their salvation from the sheepherd
To the lambs that lost their mothers.

Signalisation

The mass which our fins push became collective by creating waves
One among us slipps off through stealthily
Gawping we.
Bashes with tail, grabs the bait
Signalisation invalid,we are claping the parade of the big fishes.

We are falling into the net with the abstracted fishes upon
Ascending above thew water remediless,
Have our gills
open
have them shut we.
Left behind colourful and trademarked cans.

Line upping hind of some of them unconsciously
In pursuit of speedy small one
flapping phosphored wings we.
Signalisation,yellow-red-geen, purchasing turn from the queue of death.