Metamorphosis
Today my shoes leave behind the rooted
concrete of the streets,
They step over metallic remains of
oblivion,
Zooming out an infinite echo of
noisy words.
Today my feet decide to walk barefoot wrapped
in emptiness,
They don’t care to walk aimlessly,
Lost in the woods of despair.
Now they only want to hurry and scream
loud if only they had a mouth,
Detach from the matter and become a
free spirit,
And feel the earth and grass beneath
their skin,
Drink from the cold morning dew,
Wash the fleshy temple of sacred devotions.
Today my feet want to show those wings
that have been hidden for a long, long time,
The wait has become blurry,
But I will make sure that time accelerates
its steps
Because my feet, like to prophets,
Have told me to wear magic silk to not
stumble during a journey that is about to start.
I like "if only (the feet) had a mouth:" an image made strange.
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