We, do not sleep at night
We collide with stars
Our cold part goes into the Milky way
To be swept by the tides of clarity
Neuron reaches albino heart
Hope bleeds victory plump as the Moon
For a time, it’s 3am when you realize
That I labour like an Asian, but to no avail
Work does not win us friends
Success does not win us love
Nothing else matters but poetry and love
We can die in poverty, happy, finally
For simplicity is what it is
Our soul the necessary action of
Mortal hours wasted, or won
Like the calm hush of a thousand winters
We’ll only see sixty, maybe a few more
I won’t live forever, I’ll go hungry
Into the beyond, writing poems for reincarnations
Where I will forget what poems were or are
Or who made them and by whose hands
I’ll go like a surrendered flag bloody
With no business writing, I’ll just write
For myself, like a lost soul without a Sun
No map will recover who I was, that
Being who was never understood, nobody knew
How the pale baby of our dreams slip away
We, do not sleep at night
We just remember that thing that escape memory
It plummets like the night sky
Walking past the lives we could have had
Ignoring who was our wife in an alternate universe
There’s no composure to wasting potential
It’s just all we can do in the bottleneck design
Of a capitalistic world created to eat itself
There’s no room for love for me, only survival
I am a masochist, martyr, beggar and dreamer
That’s the last monument to my failed Ego
I have enough ID to last me into dog-eared certainty
I’m certain I love life more than others
Even if it does not always seem that way.
Wuji Seshat 