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I must live in my lantern
                                      Trimming subliminal flicker
                                      Virginal to the bellows
                                      Of Experience

                                                     mina loy




night, dissolving in labyrinth of scattering wandering
                catacombs of unborn psalms reverberating
                          valiant mind  doesnt know any mercy
                                    three words flux in zooming whirl
                 ...

ever confused farwells
chains of l'esprit d'escaliers
innuendos, leading in distortion
saturation of own experience
overlapping with lack of cultural knowledge
with lack of political knowledge
with lack of historian knowledge
all the dullness of competitive geist of so much coveted vis-a-vis
makes holes in my head
filling with chimera of capitalist reality, so omnipresent
between punks, artists or renegades.
it's odd, twisted and sick
for disdaining dualism of west  has managed to venom
everybody of us..   ...

You was the drug i used to abuse myself
You caused the rocks in my pipe to glowed hot with passion
You was the purple haze of heavenly scent I wished enshroud myself with and inhale
You was the crack i wished to hit
You was the smack i wished to feel coursing through my body
My heartbeat quickened faster than amphetamine
I felt giddy, like a drunk around you
You was my ecstasy to be swallowed at the love in

On the day you gave me verdict
of the end of our calls and letters-exchange
I was suffocating of your imperishable injustice
I wanted...

your elegance enchants some chicks and some 'connoisseurs' ..
..it is, your written grace is unrepeatable
i like to see how sumblimely you swimm in a filthy narcissism..
and nay, i dont fear to learn from your revelation that your love is embodiment of violence
for  i much more concerned of the issue
you know life as reckless damnation

on the margin of human plight you seeds iron rhododendrons
during your words sound as persistent sabotage and revolt.

are those just words from the  depth of your imagination or they are your true...