Mondo Taitu

The shard star mirror tells me I´m broken,
and we all know the stars don´t lie.
Am I who I ever was?
Or who I ever want to be?
I can only see a pirate in yellow flippers
exploring a life impossible to live,
stealing treasures from drowning dreams,
and casting his line back onto land.

The shores tell me that the seas always crash
before they retreat back into themselves.
Am I floating in something?
Or drifting from my feet?
I am hacking at waves from yellow boats,
translating Tom´s trilingual gargle,
spitting out words I´m not sure I believe,
and evading these minnows´ hooks.

And so the shard star mirror tells me I´m broken,
yet it rests on yellow walls.
Why do we listen to broken things?
And do they see the other side?
I am marking yellow walls with dirty feet,
watching star´s plaster melt,
focusing within single shards,
and finding myself complete again.