Rootlessness… weightlessness…
as the winds of modernity separate me
from everything I defined myself in relation to.
Blood relations scattered too far apart
for memory to traverse
Devices occasionally carry words across
But devoid of feeling.
Belief riddled with holes
as it is forced through the sieve of rationality.
Gods are there on the pedestal, obscure
and in the heart a gnawing void.
This language that’s all lines and edges
feels like a virus that’s conquered the intellect,
and the one in which mother sang lullabies,
the pen has forgotten its curves
and the tongue is losing its cadence.
