Look, up in the clouds
full of black horizontals;
a night is born

in little dawdles,
in brown day bank gasps,
earliest stars bowling to break.

I am here, with you, under it;
planning to grant you
the little pictures

that you so desire.
This chapter belongs
to us; to us.

Look, left of the moon,
by the rain steeples;
a night is born.

In the quest for the existential
need of nuturing oneself

we dangle in the jungle
by burning candles

it is a super humane thing
drawing ink from another

Secret leaks from
a writer's pen

for we were blind

even keeping
the true devil in mind

sacred to ourselves
as we trip by default
over our own thin lines.

In the heat of the summer
all body sweats
Get a little peace
when it rains.

It's happening around the world
due to the change of environment
In third world countries, especially
increasing irritation intensifies.

All of the us together
will have to take the step
If the balance is in the environment
Eventually disaster will decrease.