Everything Poem by Jonatha Moya

Everything's broken, diseased, sold and resold.
The pandemic's breath blows on us.
Everything's is devoured in a hunger never filled.
So why do I see a glistening in the distance?

In the day dream, a forest appears on the border.
The scent of lavender and lilies exhales out.
In the nightmare,the zodiac is sucked into
the black hole of a distant dissolving galaxy.

You wonder the miracle, if it comes,
will arise from darkness or dawn.
Will it arise from the first
natal nightmare or dream?