Let me think without thoughts
to measure the mind,
feel the crunching of words.
Time to know the meaningless life.
A flock of sufferings;
they were all over and I was looking at myself
In deep sorrow to go back into myself.
Where were you in the forbidden void of silence?
The fountainhead drops the legends.
The effort to shift the truth is painful.
I am baffled by the blinks of lies.
Nothing appears to be real.
Wounds transcend the flesh.
Here I am to feel the blindness of fate
the collapsed roofs of faith,
will discover a new god.
Dry and bright speech
describing the healing touch.
I refuse a diminutive role of firewood
to zip a smokeless fire.
