Praying The Chromosomes Like Rosary Beads
Animals and fables currently guard this ravished tree that recently
had long-serving gelidness banished from her chest and the lake
that used to experience isolophobia has drowned in his own past,
thereby now able to reflect the rays of an optimistic sky instead.
And I'm so relieved that we've finally achieved the impossible of
removing this anchor from the unnecessary rise and sink of life
because this situation has been riding the sleigh of my mind downhill
for so long and unfortunately making me subsist like barren sand.
But now I no longer feel like praying the chromosomes like rosary beads,
instead I acknowledge that each gene should be loved unvaryingly
and so I embrace the occupation of traveller by refusing to look back
as there is a serious risk that my shadow may not follow me again.