I was just a speck, in the fair dust
I was just a human being, born alone
I was, a mere object in the viewpoints
of universe, if in the timeline you wish
for another life, perhaps I would
never exist.
for me, you're another moon
in the timeless yellow dome,
It's not a heaven, nor a hell
but a star, dreading over
bitter seeds.
Can you pull the strap on the wheels?
crooked to escape, stuck in the loop
of enrage, maybe when you try to
finally breath, the world goes in
voiceless dreams.
the devil swish in a circle,
the tender ones always shy,
fussy are the ones who rebel,
but— seeds in the front door
sprouting rapidly,
to reach
their
peak.
perhaps, in the midnight blank
glasses break down, with wind
against a candle blow.
— 8th February, 2024
(Part (III) will be coming soon)