In school of theocracy
I learned how this earth rolls
from dark night to a day
and how a day ends in harmony
on octaves of a musical scale
In between...
from the pleasing dew drops of a morning flower
my words traveled in curious eyes
to find the secrets of a narrow estuary
and in return overheard
the nontraditional, despotic language
of a mountain from its plastic like heart..
While in screens of silver, actors
staged up for the performance of a year
on many rock and rolls'; sidelining
the essence of classics,
sound failed to record a melody in digital readers
as the stage collapsed in one coastal wave
and a shore washed off
In books of theocracy
a country turned divine
near the tenth horizon