Radio-Poetry Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

life is not a bed of roses.roses are red.clouds are deformed moves of silence iin formation of dreams in daily breaths.breads are vital foods of human strifes.colours of ship-wrecked realities to give a floor for aimless hungers to plug in lines of fluxus in process of truth-discovering questions in critiques of openning doors.morrison's'' the doors''.we are enough of little songs to sing for our surviving life struggles.mire-mothod and truth.life on cheography of the arts and culture in post-contemporary compilation of memory, misspelling condituonals, truth moving phenomenon, techno-fed skills, the present tense, the future tense, the poetic license, the future perfect tense, the post-conceptual dictionary, the encuclopedia of subjectivity and infinity of being in circle of ouroboros- myths, eating ego as breath for breath.
cosmic reality show is up.
orange on the reading table lamp.
time-slip movie.
nowness take it all.
swallows is penetrating through the vintage of muscularity of water and weaving threads of wind, moving into digital liberation of the realm of artificial intelligence's creaming space-time stadium in quantumic process of consciousness.
life in universality of utensility, materiality and concept.
radio in war of mind.