Scrape up the burned out body
Put my feeling on to it, fix it and let it flow in the stream of time
Give anxiety to the continuous rain
Shake off the tainted ashes
Advance, retrace, always raining at the beginning
Rain an incantation of amnesia
Fill in with felocity and imitation
For whom we travel?
An opened wind vent is filled with the ready made articles
Realized at the last moment
Depth of affection, consequence upon infatuation
Shame of lacking, fake conversations
The endless dependence on top of my fist
Let sound release it
Feet took off for the place
Not to fear, only doubts keep swelling
Forget to worry and keep remaining
Liberation is to hold hands in the back
And summon only words
