Metempsychosis

Why would you need a 
miracle to become human, after 
shedding the skin? 

In smoke screen you 
become a lizard, creeping on lips, 
hips, and chest of an ignorant person. 

Verbs would roll down to 
explain the gorgeous valley 
of sylvian fissure. You had stopped 
thinking after tequila. 

The agave blooms once in a century 
and dies. The man becomes 
beast in one night and lives for ever. 

Anguish calls. I don't hear my voice. 
Become brain-dead, to meet my- 
blue gods―