This is just a storage of the raw

The mind is constantly changing.

Saturday, 21 March 2009

Since the Scope Turned Out of Nature

Can never find any words
Cannot conceive and
let so unafraid of the retirement
with the works traced in disinterest
the blame is incomplete
convinced by the mistaken hold
directed to the disease of war at hand
I strike out leaving the overrated
dosage of the waves without submission
When I think of signifying
I only express unknown
even I felt the stranger
intruding though I never destroy
for this will be the last time
I watch the sound of failing wrong
Can never see
Cannot feel even in surreality

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