The sweetness of scars invisible
The ecstasy of being over thrown by disease
Impulsive in feeling as rain clouds
Full of water-bursting
...
When the peak hour throng sleeps in quilts thick
The post dismissal winter strikes inside a hunger kick
This timely rumination - a cardboard stuck in my hour-glass
Somehow makes my sand dropp less fast
...
Nomadic
The sweetness of scars invisible
The ecstasy of being over thrown by disease
Impulsive in feeling as rain clouds
Full of water-bursting
Full of passion-seamless
Swaying of the greens sweeps over
Deep inside a longing
Makes it more metaphorical
More poetic, falser
Soars high above rain clouds
It is the Logic
Colorful and dull
Yet the grey is my mooring
Let the nomadic define all
..In the air is the hashed word