stone

when the sun went to greet her cast the solar

residual moisture is forced to survive

and clutch his fingers firmly on the leaves

ultimately in vain; slips and falls

and it seems like I'm just trying to translate it all

even if only by my language

not also wind up with nothing bothers

make a lace; episode did not end

endless episode

lasting and roses; extends the space charge today

cover sheet which is already full with notes

open a blank sheet has been prepared and resigned to living inks etched

as well as evening twilight kept silent for a moment be replaced

and burst out singing plaintive owls

hunt down and flashed on the sewer lids month

Meandering bats

; Animate

and anybody should be crossed

pinch of silver mist uncontrollable

barriers bone chilling ancient jungle

of uncertainty; barred; abort

- Each change of season

I was never concerned with the meaning of it all

; Who knows what the name of truth

let the past go by-passed and still pass

like clockwork life

highlight the eyes protrude, ignorance of the end times

when?

when?

--- When?

eight directions of the wind

on the sky and the sea floor

I do not fully understand where the exact location

to enforce a single breath

; now blowing me very slowly

and I do not completely know about lonely

and I do not completely know about silence

and I do not completely know about whole

and I do not completely know about lonely

and I do not completely know about empty

and I do not completely know about the inner

and I do not completely know about the soul

and I do not completely know about the heart

and I do not completely know about the soul

and I do not completely know about conscience intact

and I do not completely know about the desire

and I do not completely know about the ego intact

and I do not completely know about authenticity

and I do not completely know about the willingness

and I do not completely know about the beliefs

despair; undecided; angry; powerless

- Like a flower bed

everything it is only in the language of stone

everything it is only in the feeling of stone

everything it is only in the act stone

everything it is only in the plan stone

everything it is only in the rumble of stone

one thing is missing

either a compliment or an insult

men who often bragged on him

hammer, chisel and a reliable power

then you're broken-break; hit; chisel

- In my body

and blood, wounds and screams

- It is no exaggeration

I drag you drag-

and brought together a thousand mind

you change the form and you changed me

to be such; on all your desires

then the stories were scent

coloring each ear cavity

- The whole universe

--- / silent / ---

symmetric violaceous west pick efflux

I might remain here; later

but this present moment;

bane and boon

so the poem to be distinguished

while the peace and dying

do not be a question mark