Rainforest
I am plainly soaking wet
no longer may I recognise
the game I should play,
or who I really am,
I am my only making through the day,
as I shed skin and fur,
I become into a different shape.
Even until today
humidity can be smelled
now the Lloró rainforest
having taking place here,
having become an animal, me,
violently do I flap my wings,
yet peacefully do I close my eyes.
Approaching stars, they are shining,
among lightbulbs, beetles
I perceive shades of colours -
turquoise, blue, orange, green;
I notices shades of meaning -
watch, gaze, look, glance, see.
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