Woman of Thousand Myths
I dumped all the history books
The ones I own
The ones I do not
The ones I have read
The ones I have not
Cause your arrival
Marks
The start point
Of human history
As well as the universe
And, with your hand
You redrawn new maps
To give birth to
A new kind of geography
Less flat
Less salty
That joins
Tiger River
And the Mississippi
Your smile
Is this big bang
Of alphabets
That redraws a fair
Language
Where geometric
And organic
Poems are equal
Your lips give order
To build this town
And enough streets
And temples
And to rise a wall
Around this town
As high
As the Chinese wall
To slave all the lovers
Around your temples
Everything in this
Town
Is buried in your eyes
And there
The bubbles of civilization
Are waiting passionately
To get the torch
And run, and
Run with all the feet
And wings
They have and
The new ones created
For this moment
To start a new
Beginning
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