"The World is Open Again" | New poem, 2026/06/22.

There are old wounds
and new territories
there are Buddhas
and hooks
there are songs
and protests
there's nothing new on the wind

I cross the old district again
feeling the thin veil
of love
expand upon the horizon

the sun is exceptionally silent
but I feel it talks to me
full sentence
on flight
and resurrection

I climb the rooftop
joining the chorus
of clouds
accompany the king
and daddy
sang bass

I wish I had talent
of some kind
real kind
kind
kind

but all I can do is play
guitar
and moan about highways
record it on a phone
as new technology
allows

and publish it on youtube

there's something closing
in
true
and I'm distant

streets are cruel
kebab cold
beer warm
good women
dead

love is a token
of Indian
arrows

I'm lost, maybe, falling
from skies
the dawn is pale
and I've gone
beyond

but the world is open again