If I believe in your myths
Will I receive twelve baskets of bread?
If I eat your lies
Can I feel beauty?
On the holy altar
Can I sleep on cold nights?
Amongst thieves and evil mongers
Would I be gnashing my teeth
If I yell out loud
In your hollow chapels?
Your frankincense surrounds me.
Covers me in your holy attire
The smell of nicotine and damp earth
Freshly brewed coffee and poetry of some long-lost lover.
The music of a woken-up city, sound of neighbor’s yelling, the warden’s last call for dinner
Could I scream in ecstasy?
As I find pleasure
In the deep ravines of my trouser’s
Will you let me, rebuild my lost city?