Aside

Forgive me mother I'm just this great sand castle

with all its intricate compartments build magnificent

and which the salty lips of the sea devours

when it does its peaceful ambulations -

to and fro, never disturbed in its flow

not even noticing that it eats me whole

leaving only a wet sand quiet and towerless

which I build anew once I'm rooted again with courage.

Cannot make a steel fortress my dominion

for I am of a much more fluid material

aren't we all, Mother but shaped always like the current permits

and I wish I were just an anaemic infant still

arms like branches and a head obstinate to the wind

but all that circulates within, I try to get rid

but it fights for its genetic citizenship

and when against all intoxications I remain lucid

I'm glad that my troops command my unit

and overshadow the tyranny of my mind

to allow me still to be just alive

so sorry mother for the cyclonic tears

and the cataclysmic velocity of my fears

invading the surface of kind reality - I try to mute it

for the sake of uncertainty but it spills

from the lips of my sea of sorrow still

grown from a foetus to a majestic building that is I

you know well that all I do is strive

and for these interruptions I pardon myself

so let's forget all this and pretend it's allright

because there is value in this semblance of "fine"

and if we keep it upright it might become mine.