Unlearning my life,
you ought to become a poet
in the dominion of words.

Wade the cool waters.
Your concepts become clear
I will give you a call from the boat
in deep sea.

Ah, this was embryonic
pain to bear the **** of truth.
This poverty's debt will
never be paid back.

Too far, the horizon
sinks in the arms of moon.
The condensed tears will-
read their own story.

The contours of broken
life will change.