Loss of identity

Today I’m one with the morning.

I let it rest in my bed for a while. My boyfriend is so deeply asleep that it won’t make any difference.

Will I make a difference?

The roads are silent, a few accidents here and there, few dead, few injured,

the pyramids keep quiet because the people of Egypt didn’t want them in the competition for the new Seven Wonders,

I wave my hand to the pyramids –

it’s ok, that’s how humans are, no need to be scared of death since man is mostly certain to praise you more,

I have my own theory about all this mess,

it’s nothing but the fear of the myth, the modern man is terrified about myths that cannot be seen on TV,

it’s really ok –

I see no wave coming back from the pyramids,

even the jungle is silent,

they are all mourning a killed elephant,

I point my finger to the killer but it’s no use now, they know the new

God,

God himself knows the new God,

most of the presidents rush to their offices,

one of them has to start a new war,

it’s a serious matter to start a war,

that’s why he prepared long time for that, had sex with his wife every night, like a good boy,

had shower every morning,

in the other part of the world people save money because they also have to prepare,

some children may need a new leg, or a new arm, or a new dream to start their crippled life with,

scientists from all over make research about the global warming,

it’s a good thing to make research,

I give them a present by melting an iceberg right at their feet,

unfortunately I don’t have time to wait for their gratitude since I have to check the rest of my planet,

yes, everything is all right,

I’m holding the sun above an African kid,

nothing have changed, they are still dying,

I’m drawing a smile on the kid’s face, noticing that she used to be a girl,

after all it doesn’t matter,

death doesn’t matter,

I’m moving towards a small country in Europe where youths commit suicide,

mornings don’t have a good memory, otherwise I would know that this is my country,

then it’s time for me to let the day rise, my boyfriend is already making coffee,

we switch places as if nothing has happened,

as I’m watching the morning fading in beauty I get back in the skin

of a new

God.