Was it a spiritual failure of a man
to become an animal effortlessly?
and how difficult it was to change the street’s crowd?
In the human drama, no dialogue ends.
It begins again and the hero replays the tragedy.
The fight between one versus many continues endlessly,
like jungle’s law where a body is thrown to beasts.
Though I have run out of my steps I will count the miles,
I have to scramble.
My hands tremble when I write the epitaph
of a dying light on mount.
It is getting dark now.
Saturn will shortly rise.
