In the second I walk
at the secret boderland,
putative land.

Push my self
into emphtiness,
vastly released.

Unspoken any putative,
but what has assume
pursue every footstep.

Get lose many time,
still finding a way out
and did not find the path.

Eyes shut and pray,
to see a new things.
In the lost dimension.

I didn’t find anythings
except for putative poet
and you are reading.