in the eyes of beauty we are all equal.

[nesaye]

sometimes god is an astronaut, itchy fingers dancing all over the globe, a playground made lethal by our first breath;

i have never believed in men on clouds, but sometimes i sit in churches and listen to the silence, listen to the beat of nothingness underlying everything

you told me once, remember, that your greatest wish was to capture silence, put on a pair of head phones and turn the sound on, turn the sound of silence to maximum

i laughed at you then, i scorned your seriousness, but three years later i could tell you i understand; a traveler gets weary, noise beating down on him like pouring rain -

i did not leave you behind. you were too full of yourself for me; i claim all of people, and you had nothing to give.

you did not leave me behind. i merely did not follow when you left, and you were so used to being followed, you never noticed me gone.

i'd like to tell you that i loved you once, but these days we are strangers and the distance of your voice scares me too much to speak.

sometimes god is an astronaut, itchy fingers dancing all over the globe; jealousy must be eating at him day and night for being so far away from us.

i dreamed once that god was an elephant, i dreamed once that god was a cloud, i was god and we were all gods in our own right.

i am my own goddess, i build my own worlds and my fingers itch with desire to breathe their air,

so i play here instead. the world is our playground, the world is beautiful, we are beautiful, sun kissing your chaffed lips and feather-light bruises and pulsing veins and caressing the pain away;

in the eyes of beauty we are all equal.