Compact And Sturdy Monopod

Without fear, without sorrow

I forgot the rules to say no

and I am like a broken animal, now.

Without fear and without sorrow.

I can only howl, upside the stairs beside the sky.

My speech is like the rain now.

It falls down, to the ground, to the soil.

But I need to tell to the leaves,

inside the vains of the oaks.

I'd try to become spring,

after my dropping down,

comming back to the raw poetry,

To the wild.