You forgot the lines and lineage.
Getting all or nothing,
pulling away at the umbilical cord,
seeking liberty to commit a sin
or feeling liberated
after committing the sin.
The tone embodies the elopement,
unbound, to invent the disorder
and divide the provocation.
Night was approaching with few stars,
flowing like the squealing of a dark saint,
blameless, under the thin breath of the dying sun.
Into the orphanage enters
the day riding on the dust of history.
My journey begins
into time to change
into another tomorrow.
