You

I, with all the facets of my life,
Could I have sat opposite your prayerful face,
Praying your prayers?
Then you would have felt the scent of burning incense,
And I, my darkness;

The vast birds of this earth have still not ceased
Their oppression over the smaller ones,
Yet it makes no difference to the world.
Somewhere, rivers have grown vast,
Elsewhere, they have disappeared...
In the salty waters of the ocean,
A mermaid's corpse is found,
Saying nothing at all;

Wherever I place my hand, there you are...