Not everything is a secret

There will always be coming home,

to men who know how to cry,

to women who  know how to sing by the moon

and to a little girl who does not want to stay inside

the shell of this small universe.

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Don’t freeze the lava, it may blow

right to the core of its nucleus

but we know, with energy comes life

and with life, everything burns to die.

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I am a narcissist with a certain stroke,

I say of luck upturned. Trust me,

when I mention fate, I am as numb as that

dead ox on the highway,

spilling white skin around with a tinge of ocean red.

But I am waiting for a re-arrangement,

rather metamorphosis

when I wake up to the rule again

with the violin again in the senses.

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The mogul says aloud, he will trade the world.

The eyes shine, in awe and tears

but I sit in this farthest corner of the galaxy I assume

Spinning with laughter to this foolishness

because they don’t know what I know

and what I know is a paradox

which no matter what, won’t be resolved

till the mogul trades the world

and till the deal ceases.

Remember not everything is a secret.