Dots On River Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

not a painting
dots of light from the text of sun
Jacques Derrida said, ''There is nothing outside text.''
doors fresh mornings open for musical of snowy wings of moving truths
calm lines of neuro-aesthetic happening in infinity of being from the beginning
hotellef smiles.dead smiles.
hotelled imagination.dead imagination.
hotellef breatjs of colourful lapse of reason alive with illogical question of mining resilience.
the sun.the moon.the rains.the mountain.the plains.the valleys.the spiral life 's eyes of the present tense.
warm sensation in psychgeological tectonic grammar of light's voyahe for motherbearth, humanitu and post-human condition.
digital ethics is breath of AI's process of purity.
the tree woth words.
morninged feast in moving speed of life.
youbcannot jump into riber twice but you can see ons amd offs of dots on river flowing process.
kitchen in living truth-move.