Sometimes lurking in corner.
Sometimes tumbling down
and sometimes with frozen smile
before an idol to be.
He danced imprisoned in a glass case
Overcoming the pretentious inhibition
to stand naked in dimlights
He started a dialogue
about the disquietening habits
of killing each other with sharp tongues.
I said death and life are two suggestions
worth consideration. A clump disdain in between.
The birds are circling again in sky.
Someone is going to die.
Avians knew the travesty of existence.
Question of self praise
in melody of being.