Tibet dreams of a wing shaped
Lake that reflects a
Panopticon masked men drop
Feathers from times wings dipped
In poison into the waters.
The genie is caught rubbing
His own lamp, rapid
Glacier retreat. Does lightning
Have eyes, The Tibetan Plateau is warming faster than the global average.
winds are like tattooists
Hands painting eyes into dreams of those
Who will
Pray with their hands in the
Fire for the sky over
This country not to collapse and
Find the genie's tear in
A shell. Winds
Clasp the mountain to pray
For tibetans being allowed
To live on their authentic homeland.
Depleted waters pregnant with a God
Who will rise to receive the rod
Held by all four seasons at once,
Nascent God commands deserts
Of fire, ice to dream about each other.
Does the ontology of trees echo
After deforestation.