Tattooed

I see the stars,
I wonder,
About my fall.
A height that is literary
Speaks like
A sacred duty.
Come to kiss away
The pain,
The chaotic universe
Is still awake.
I rest my head
On a dewdrop,
Everything is fragile
And hilarious,
If life is a freedom walk.
I want to drown my fear,
In the river
Of joy and pain.
A flower grew back
In my garden,
And I tattooed it
On my bare chest.