An infuse of sunlight 
dissolves my innocent skin

embarking for metamorphosis 
it means to cross the pinnacle
blindfolded
guided by the change in slope 
it means to leave behind
unripe brothers on the branch

Spring is running out 

a dancing spinning top wavers for the very first time
it’s hard to nail that moment 
you only sense the last roll before the capsize
but when it comes the turning point is undeniable 
as the first kicking of life in a mother’s fruitful belly