I cannot gaze at a painting of no shadow

I belong to a sphere that grips me

As paintings hold their colors

As wall embrace their art

Your arm is of no importance

Tell me why I am overwhelmed with cruel grief when coming back to the human universe, where:

LOVE is different

Giving is different

Fear is different

Death is different

I despise their expressions

I scorn their dogmas

Those who can give a hundred thousand descriptions of love, can’t smile for a lost wolf

Their medicine is conditional

Their heart is conditioned,

Take your love away from me

Take your arms away from me

 I sit down and listen to their rational debates about feelings,

I want to be a color, tell the painting about a missing wanderer, my love

Take your arm, words, love away from me

I flee existence every day

Go away

Go away every day

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