Wrenching—
These four delights of
Sober doubts
Trip me on
Several lodges
Of guilty apprehensions
Signing—
Many ghosts
And plagiarisms
Lick the crudity
Of ancient libraries
In seven seasons
I do not have
The courage
To protect those
Who keep silent
As a remedy of
Self- embodiment
Of a true wear
Without the mask
I am nothing
I cannot tie
Two edges of
Different ropes
Different chokes
Are ideologies
Of human interference
(written on April 7,2009 Danang City Vietnam)
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