On the Eve of the Final Explosion

Look into my eyes, there you may trace the history of a battle,

a battle they call the dance of inversion.

Inversion is my way of liberation.
Look!

how I run while standing still.

how I breathe through suffocation.

how I smile beneath furrowed brows.

I was surrounded.

The commander gave the order:

“Bind her to the firing squad of darkness.”

Unaware,

that I dance with battle

that I move through darkness

that I dye myself in its shadow

.Now you stand face to face with an inverted history,

where resistance becomes movement and stillness becomes escape.

Ten seconds remain until the final explosion.

I have stretched those ten seconds, now time itself is an eternity.