'a silent bystander's watching,
while sees nor its silence,
nor its mark,
observation witnessing asleep.'
an elegant escort of its inner satisfaction,
humanity's courage sold within its loving comfort...
how high did 'you' bet?
did 'you' get high enough to bet!'
'supreme manners turning into feasts,
'I', devouring's love,
'I', colour-blind Art's peace,
articulating lecture's reality,
bragging its release.'
'I', rarely proves anything,
breathed in silence,
choreographing lexis funfair,
dancing its breath,
twisting a muscle.'
'you' can get busy living,
once gone through a drainage pipe,
'Self's redemption turns into a movie.'
'had nothing to lose,
nothing to gain,
it was dying alive.'