the upside down home of your land
what bricks, from what kiln
have you built it with?
in the sky reflected on your eyes
what lies have you knitted?
what lies have you sewed?
they will feed you these questions in the interrogation room and demand answers
a room located in a world that is seventy some light years away
from borders of bigotry and ignorance
and no bullet reaches even its orbit
a world which
its rotation in your head
sometimes gets stuck between seconds of the clock
and with your gaze at the night sky
keeps spinning again
draw dots on me and save me
maybe with the vibration of your cells next to mine
this out of breath sentence
will once again return
to the beginning of the page