Unshown=unknown

The waves are crashing in my chest

The skies are nothing but a crest

If the movement catches breath

There is a moment to caress

Fleeting hearts and solid space

Calling eyes and listening breast

All together im a mess

But heaven is nothing but a bless

Down with others and up with the rest

We are something that infests

The order of the world

And make it our own

Using words

With faithful stress

To crown our throne

In endless herds

We are thrown

Into our heads

Like dying birds

We cry with pain

We are clones

tangled threads

Woven and grown

There is nothing to gain

Yet we remain

There is so much to own

strong and faint

Yet all it does is make us moan

No one is a saint

we try to atone

For sins invented

by the unknown

A saint is no one

And one who is connected

To the unshown

With the meager and the main

Fully grown

And stands together and alone