The great pessimist of the century,
wins over fate by the order of all-
Knights in blue in matters of righteously
Collapsing on its knees named ‘fairness’ wons
A century of dismissals of cries,
Descending again rewinding demise.
The image of its state in perfect shapes,
Formed outside prevalent ties, with craniums,
with faces non-eccentric intentions,
sovereign definitions winding up
And down and undermines your ambitions.
New and old and inventive thoughts…Process.
Simple as just. Simple as in breathing,
In and out your end—from the beginning.