"Do I create a world here,
Macerate your flesh
Or gauge out remnants of confusion
To a template for reflection; -
-Your Purpose? "
Nothing has sold.
Overdue, hardly aged, the only aspect of
identity left is my desire to be honest.
Everything is equal.
For Who, I lead humanity, riding intention
hidden by the fight to sleep.
Heart, spectators sit, decaying futures, admiring the aquarium
- They imitate the fish inside by resistance, silence
- The fish imitate them through them, and only them
My soul crushed,
Perfectly presentable,
I haven't grown an inch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Nothing is sold and everything is equal. Having irony mind and judging upon thoughts matters a lot. With riding intention leading for humanity is great. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned...10