I'm one of these rocks
trembling in the blindness of angels
waiting for a cold touch
of forgiveness and time

with my silhouette
getting the taste of a sword

fighting like a word without wings
and dreams without souls
where to grow

and playing hide-and-sick
of all these
flights over the oceans
of your deep
empty eyes

in the heart of a starfish
a tear burying the shape
of my hand