I'm Not Spitting on Yourself

I'm not spitting on myself!

when the sky changes temperament

where my legs should stand

so the land does not go wrong

drain springs

I only know the legless season

captivating the wind in my body

let it tame its own will by time

which does not necessarily change his form in my mouth

the wild cat! your serum while meowing at the tip of my tongue

then jumped furiously in the footprints

sniffing at my limping pace

I'm not spitting on myself

kaislah smell my body

like a perpetual curse on the road now and in the past

that keeps waiting