into the blinded bright

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in the heat of the wind we exhaust ourselves

scalded by the fierce sun

there’s very little to see in terms of roads and the future

the fleeting view is like an illusion

the frail green of the field losing content of colors

trees standing in a vast of lushness

egrets floating among twigs like mourning flags

on countless bright days I stare at the sun

the sun burning my retina, scorching with arrogance

someone please tell me, which is which, and what is mandatory

when all these orders are overthrown, I walk straight

coming across someone I haven’t seen in a long while

someone walking in the opposite direction of me, who are you

where is this, and where to if you carry on walking

my legs feel like they are out of strength, drained of blood

even turning hesitant, like a life form bestowed with thoughts

no longer under my control, like a crumbling shadow

depressions clinging to me like dispersing sewage

desire turning its head against me, as if I’ve never had it

I squeeze myself through time and desire like a crawler, fantasizing impotently about

what should happen, what should happen like a miracle

wash me clean, wash my dirty body and soul clean

it has always been, it has always been the shouting that is separated from frivolity

this heap of blasphemies and roads full of directions

gods obstructing the explosion of my inner arrogance like a blazing sun

have mercy on me, like a mother who doesn’t know how to deal with her kid

lend me a life one more time? in this turbulent time

head spinning without control, what have I seen, and what have you obtained

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