vision
The cherry orchard stands far away along with the passing waves
windy breeze chants the willowing wisps of the forgotten graves,
a dusky murmur of the setting sun silhouettes his dark veil
remaining borders of the bearish entity shall be failed
botched by the cloud of catastrophic cadences my soul yearns a shower
amongst the amorphous yesterday's glimmer shines my dark desire!
art thou the formless one who danced till the death?
art thou the weaver; the genesis; or the fate?
If you could capitulate my shadow onto thy dark veil,
my eyes would have sieved through the vision of Real.