MY HAND is never choked by a paralyzed Voice—
within me as all is a beast of Earth partly
then Soul & Spirit by the Heaven’s named God___
the sun blinds my senses while i walk upon
the soiled weeping screaming dying lands of here
and maybe now. Now is not the past is not was
the future is more than the beginnings of Life whose
moments become memories — every all’s are every now’s
and lately my famous characters of written -forgotten
what’s feel trapped by the common condition of a skin-
suit we all shall shed one day if ever OR?
never. which is a human concept as there is always
more than this creature called ‘never.’
Never is a spoke or written emotion dying.
but always alive before this__thing we call existence.
:: 06.12.2020 ::