Shaking the Foundation

You have existed for a long time, unusually,

You are both your own descendant and ancestor.

Somewhere inside you, there resides

a tamed, enthusiastic boy.

You bear a scar on your shin,

some imagination in your palms,

the miracle of restlessness in your veins,

and the promise of vision on your lips.

You have delved into simple skills:

The persistence of clumsy walking,

The clarity of darkened pupils,

Silences in a heap of dreams.

You enjoy things that are quiet and stealthy,

you can see far with patience,

you fantasize wildly but cautiously,

you tread timidly and carefully.

Ignited with a spark of enthusiasm,

untouched by malice,

shaded by expanses...

You are playing with words.

Your incompleteness constitutes your wholeness.

Unspoken sadness is your depth.

Misunderstood defeat is your surface.

The brilliance of tears represents your emptiness.

This is how you wake up in the morning...

You think wildly,

you blur your horizons

and you shake the foundation of the ages.