Migration

[whitman]

I dialled the rain for my incarnation,
i became a hive for the bees,
soil for the trees,
i glimpsed another world
and passed through my migration.

I walked the earth looking for
the debris of my being,
i wanted to know if
i really did exist,
i ached for evidence
that i really was missed.
The night turned me
into my own death certificate
written in braille,
the rains became my eyes
translating me so i could not
fail to see i was an invention.

[Dark Muse]

Oh wow, I really liked this. It is so though provoking with wonderful imagery

[whitman]

thank you

[qimissung]

dark and gorgeous...