I scream inside you
Parts of me - cells, vibrations
They are telling you that something is wrong
They feel trapped, not understood
As if they are left alone
And that, my dear, that's because they, metaphorically speaking, they are magnets,
Attracted to growth, aspiring, addicted to "more".
You. You are just the same piece of clay
That can't find its shape,
That keeps on losing itself in trivialities
Praying to find a geometric shape
Instead of creating one.
Let's just forget about circles
squares
rectangles
and build a new form
one that spends its entire existence
reaching for its edges
filling spaces
finding balance between its own nature and the universe.
Can you?
But well, you think that's a poem about frustration.
Tell me about what you think and I'll promise not to pay attention.

So, once again, parts of me are screaming inside you because  they can not understand
how can you expect me to be in the same place, when even the plannetary globe is spinning?!
That may be your greatest "talents":
being so stuck
that no human earthquake
can ever move you.
But that's, once again, limitation.

They shall scream
not because they want you to hear
but because they know
they still belong to me
and they are sure
that if they scream enough
I will take those parts away from you.

I will look for my Icarus one day...