The mirror seems emerging without a circumference
To see a blissful ignorance
Exposed to a verbal promise.
No matter how it sings
When some liberty is scattered.
The boundless sky is no more caged
That can descend to any space now.
Time happens not before
To see the tomorrow to happen today.
The deformed illusions are no more arranged
Than just managed to be understood
While everything reduces to a simple reality at the end.
The lyrical moment of figures
Pass in a graceful process
But each carry the story of weeping wounds.
Everything fall on the thirsty glass
Standing at the doorway in darkness
To see in a soft attention
That the fragments of the self are selves .
The outcome of its deconstructed diagram
Reduces life to taking only a breath
For the dream of the vulture late at night
Drinks only the sallow moon in the ancient mouth
But turns away to see
That all its all are not all
Deconstructed over and over again
In a flux of frozen lines.
