Migrant Shells

When lips are sealed, migrant footsteps begin to speak. From the silent call to the shore of migrant waves, come! The grains of sand have come with us with tiny steps tiny, tiny. Has time opened its lips to speak? Has time burst out of the dark depths of the ocean? Through all times I have come silently after you my wound has calloused. I no longer feel pain. I am coming I am many! The many! With all the tiny steps. I no longer feel pain! I am coming. With you. Beside you I am coming. With the burning longing of my eyes to behold you with the sobbing of my heart to be in your heart toward a cave in the blizzard toward a roof in the storm toward sleeping without terror in your arms on an earth that is only: an earth, without bombing. Toward being before dying. When lips are sealed my tears begin to speak my footsteps begin to speak our flimsy borders fall to the ground to the human ground...