Holy Mountain Of Mole Poem by Antonio Liao

springs denuded
everywhere
casting what the hell of fire immune; such
pendulum of hope catches nobody
except the timeline of the heart
invest

long forgotten the fangs of birth,
renaissance
only if by chance, do people
comatose in the pain of the face; as nowhere
to find the solution, such hesitation
burden every facet of life

oh! double standard suite,
untie my freedom
let me hail the broken touches
of pain, not that I can stand alone but
the yoke is too easy to carry for never I run
a good fight
until my dream will win


... sleep that never dream conquer me