Poezja

As if my inner sound was demanding 
take me for 
meiosis; 
I want to break into many daughter things. 
 
Half my genes 
half my color 
partly male 
partly female 
disowning the boundaries, 
my lasting pain of grief and anguish 
becomes an androgynous god. 
 
I hear the voices in brain 
I see the nebulous thoughts dancing 
I touch the fallen tears 
from faceless eyes. 
 
All my thoughts are leading to void 
coming from nowhere 
going to nowhere, 
I am water and I am sand!