What if
time cast its candle into a pit of winds
And night extended beyond the brow
And wearily the sea hugged the shore
And light faltered during the celebrations
What if
The city departed for another planet
And children regained their angelic wings
And ballot boxes were abandoned
So the seats of power collapsed
And my
Blood
Sweetened
Into
Chocolate
What if
All meanings piled up in the streets
And poetry ventured unveiled
Within earshot of those who would wag fingers
Within sight of the hunters’ traps
Stirring up the checkpoints
Where guards would search for free poetry
At the borders of the unconscious
What if
The evening rained gold
And all government posts were abolished
And true democracy emerged
And time unwound
And I wore my grandmother’s glasses
What
If