Just Words, Not Come So Easy! ! Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

Paris's Dream

a little boy is on the road.

Eiffel tower.
Gertrude Stein's home.
beauty of new art in sublime lives. research institute in aeathetics of ethics and morals.the 21st century's torchlight for walking as zen satory and post-zen moments of inertia and creative-
uncreative
works of siblime reality.
feed the demons and wild and rough fish
to open the quails of truth muses.
the gentle and hidden and stragetic intention to build a full-fldged beings of free and wild and democrative-humanistic-post-humanistic zone of infinity montages.
but the final destination is made of poetics of simply -complicated reality's choreographic meteorology of homeostasis in quantumic reality-body of simplicity measurement- light.
who knows? ? ?
someone knows the present perfect tense of poetic prophet in postmodern insights upon changing world of nowness.
Breath in thought.
breath in thoughtless emptiness.
life on threading light.
here is a cup of coffe on the cloud in moving
truth in disguise.

Nyein Way
(1978/edited 2023)