The same answer

is not the same answer.

If my anger is smiling

then where is the justice.

If the light is diffuse

concealing the subject

then eyes are useless

and mouths are just there

to support flying lips

that struggle to move

against hard currents

seeking to rise

above landlocked seas.

If I can’t talk to you

then I never will learn

your Constellation

your suns

your burns.

I will never see the fusion

lighting your soul.