You came to answer my echo. You heard me calling. You couldn’t bear to hear the lies of the sun and of the earth anymore. It was a game of hiding, hiding from your soul and from your mother and from the world. You weren’t a child anymore. And so you followed the six pomegranate seeds without hesitation, without slowing, and you broke them on your tongue to taste the flavor of the awakening. You had fragile legs and vivid eyes. You didn’t scream when the earth collapsed. You knew I was coming for you.
