I Don'T Believe Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

we don't know ourselves,
where from it an attachment?
whether it normals?

wind coming flying is falling,
like from high clouds,
and you as if the smog

you are hanging around, and
you are covering with the smoke.
you want to have fun

into the chase?

it's no use
our ways are diverging.
I am already pressed for time.

we don't know ourselves,
where from it an attachment?
whether it normals?

I don't believe...