That’s Me
written by: Agron Shele
That’s me
and I can’t be changed.
Always remaining the inconvenience of the day
a fatigue from the hours playing the marionettes
and I believe that even one moment
can adjudicate the meaning of the universe
the ghosts in the brain
In the flames and the soul
to burn the dark mass of the world
on the stake, fueled by my limbs,
that blaze more than the light itself.
Vertigo in the space
between two different rhythms
the one chained at the altar built from ancient beliefs
and the hurry to catch the lost past.
Time with no vortex
but a crystal river that is fed on snow
flowing in my regions
streaming in my veins
Still believing in a menhir that marks my genesis
in a castle that kneads warrior’s blood under the moss
in a bridge that connects the sun’s crossing
in a shore that hides the lost bell underneath
the ancient oak.
