Silence had snatched away the words that, if uttered, would have wreaked havoc
That the title of "black tongue" had been bestowed upon everyone who was connected with the tact of his words
Slowly or rapidly, their hearts would be torn apart too,
because in the process of reflection,
they had made the initial move
The words snatched away layer by layer
are working to store explosive material
The operation of the crooked vision and
silence, disrupted by the turmoil of the heart and mind,
strives mightily to remain pretentious
Being stable is not within the power of the common man
A great word remains unheard even before it comes into being
In a potential mood and in a circular scene
Oh, lord. You too look to me like you're about to attack, with the wheel of your chariot raised!
