Fly

Cocoon, feeling and clouds

Time flies like a thousand cocoons ready to open
Time flies like the heartbeat of this horse running in the pain 
Something in the shadow is growing
A sensation, an emotion
Probably just a feeling
Something is brewing, something is evolving
Almost ready to crack open the egg of the world
I can feel it
The trees too
Every cloud and every rustling
It’s everywhere, the bubble will explode
Freeing this built up, build in, build out matter
It will spread, easily and violently
A new breath, a fresh air
A new generation of poet, creator, and artist 
In every city of every country
Under and over the skin of the Earth
Peeled open by these untouchable thieve-kings 
Languages and words, cast in the silence of the sea
For everyone who wants to listen
To the murmur of the shadow