Like A Poem

It is a long fight
to end the violence.

You can bury the body,
or, give it to flames on the pyre
but not the soul.

Must take a cue
in dark from trying moments
for Godspeed.

Having an affair
with a distant galaxy?
It will invite strange threats.

A bizarre friendship grows
with stomas, which open
when you smile.

In the portraits of the setting sun
there were no eyes,
only large lips.