How will you undo

the legacy of violence?

A thought persistently bothers me.

You need high heels

to become taller, lifting

your face in dark.

Thinking without direction,

my dilemma was, how long

road rage will resolve the xenophobia?

Looking at the moods

of moon, would you

travel to an ocean in anger?

My eyes meet your hands.

They were busy doing nothing.

Like the apocalypse,

we will perish in savagery,

and meet our kismet beyond the stars.

A glow in the east is going to die.