NEEDLE’S EYE
When worlds gets small, give space.
When persons fall, touch grace.
Where hearts are broken,
let light flood in.
Where words aren’t spoken,
let feeling sing.
As I’m the freedom playing
zig-zag in the children’s park
and waiting in darkest dark
of a dead man’s eyes.
As I love through the filth,
the beauty, the atrocious bliss
of the 4D cinema scream
of all we pretend to kiss.
As I love in the emptiness of the sea,
the infinite, needle’s eye of one
who is splendidly free.
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