I not only the reality hosts
awake body becomes spongy
imbued with the anxieties of human
deliberately refusing 
and joy to their pen to paper
all you postpone it for next century
until then willows history, thoughts,
regret-n where moist reveries
soul ray shooting and frisky
I want to devote this land-n
away from the nest
where slip for love
as for eternity,
will scratch and die by poetry
S.O.S.
sentimental
some
stands out in tariff setting
poetry or stacks of melancholy …