Journey on a Ray.

It was on sale
for a long span
my old timed
pocket watch

forever-during
that annoying sound
of a knive sharping
coming ethernal almost

rubbed against
a wet-dull-langlebig
river stone

"In front of
the horror
until becoming it
derisory"

She asked me as
every blank canvas
why having lunch there
under the flight of
an unknown biplane

I answered like
the first sinopian ský(los):
cause Yessir!, Mr. Starve
visited me in here

Sailing once in her eyes
dancing twice onto her hair
we surely will meet again
In heaven or in Éire