Why do I give?
What If I seize?
Clear my daze.
I see circles,
Drawing into angles.
I see the airs,
I hear the stars.
Why regard authority?
Why desire an identity?
Where truly comes liberty?
Tell me of haunting for vanity.
I see a vanishing-point,
Dusts of quarters different.
Why loose hopelessness,
Where remains brilliantly luminating darkness?
« return.