Someday you mutate into seed heads
Hungrily cloying away
Reversing voices into silences.
The night chasing moon shadow
Straining it from memory
Village maids look for crystal buds.
People love in swearing secrecy
Other words are too strong, too bitter
Collide with assured calmness.
Sparks never step into the flame,
Tossed and clapped around
Your palm can’t remember the past.
My thousand silences
On your tiny Petri dish
Wavering in the dark.
Jellyfish with Candy -- Klari Reis