A wasteful effort <br />In the waste. <br />A retired General <br />Is smiling to his public. <br />A lover buried <br />His expensive gift of red flowers <br />in a public graveyard. <br />The moon is looking <br />For adoption <br />By the old sun. <br />Pilgrims <br />Are curious about a new prophecy <br />and the religion that follows it; <br />I am tying up <br />My feet <br />With a robust trusted cord; <br />My legs are above my head now; <br />I am attempting my last yoga suicide.<br /><br />Atef Ayadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zero-gravity/
