Aerial

in this wide land of floating mountains
where clouds are heavier than rocks,
the wind's the only thing you'll hear,
the first, when born, and then the last.
and here, the end comes so much faster,
and souls turn all to heavy dust,
but life is like a storm of fire,
and lungs inhale and breathe
desire.

oh, how they turn, aerial dancers,
oh, how they burn...



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acrylics and objects mounted on 40x60cm canvas</sub>