Facedown in the Sand

My Name Is Aylan Kurdi

I cannot breathe water

There is no oxygen in the bubbles

There is no sunlight in sand

I am only three years old

These many 1, 2, 3

I cannot speak sign language

Only the dialect of the dead

I wanted to swim to Canada

Or even walk on water to get there

There is no escape

There is no freedom

I am not asleep

I journey on

Do not mourn a life

I never lived

I have been

Trapped in a corporal body

I long for my spiritual state

And create a new type of sovereignty

My joy will carry over

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