Within The Apparition

How will you undo 
the legacy of violence? 

A thought persistently bothers me. 
You need high heels 
to become taller, lifting 
your face in dark. 

Thinking without direction, 
my dilemma was, how long 
road rage will resolve the xenophobia? 

Looking at the moods 
of moon, would you 
travel to an ocean in anger? 

My eyes meet your hands. 
They were busy doing nothing. 

Like the apocalypse, 
we will perish in savagery, 
and meet our kismet beyond the stars. 

A glow in the east is going to die.