I trust myself too much
That I sometimes forget how
To trust my pen.

I do not blend in with crowds
but with might i could desperately
In a pub filled with crowds; this
and in a rave filled with parks; t
but in an open space with one and

Merely is the bread, wine and thy
Thou countenance, thou eyes and th
It works in harmony its thou sense
The weariness is the achievement m
Its the effort of thou pain all be

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

The sound-cloud with a silence act
White soft smoke with a bright
Foamy art,
The sound-cloud travels with light
And circles in an area,

today make a trail for us
to follow, eat like a poet so
you would digest words
think like a poet and never
believe to be wrong, dress like a

There is just only
One thing
Separating
Me and my
Bad habits

Under the stripped trees in a pear
Winter, there i found a white blos
Dropped in a muffled sound-like
And it formed
A surface,

My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are

Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye
Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks
Countenance cover’s it or lay stil
Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti
Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,