Terzanelle Nr.06 — Floating Ark

My eyes became accustomed to the dark  
accustomed to the subtle shades of light  
as silhouettes became a floating ark  
 
The labels we invent like day and night  
cut up holy cycles into bits,  
accustom us to making dark the light  
 
Defending all these labels gives us fits,  
we rage against another’s point of view  
and cut up holy people into bits  
 
But holding back and asking is it true?  
maintains an open mind…, we try … forget …  
and spike again the other’s point of view  
 
The signals clanging loudly force a bet:  
how crucial is the message in our veins  
supporting open minds that soon forget  
 
The light is biting, tugging at the chains  
as eyes become accustomed to the dark  
we greet the crucial message in our veins  
and thank the silhouette, the floating ark.