So certainly do I live within;
never the outside of my confusion,
never on riverbed before streams
but on streams am I relationed;
for anywhere was never mine;
but somewhere shall I be buried
before my birth on stolen places
with sweetest nothingness am I carried;
today must live without surprise;
for today's a mirror of its reflection
thus, nowhere greatness built its palace
but barely where I'm bound rejection;
for secret streaming guides
into intentions upon possessing;
my heart's obsession over daydreams
of winning failures-- non-competing;
truly home, my truly home,
my lowly poetry beneath wishes
of live society's permitted haste
for torture-teaching wild kisses;
how true sympathy wraps your warmth
under my silence' battered will
to sing verses with earth together,
now buried ruins breathe me still;
may never ceasing stands your wall,
inside where gasping beats my heart;
for bleeding's never now poetry
so indecisive leaps my start;
yet, never now, true, never now;
for resting questions paused my hows,
still does curiosity shape my poetry
where only honesty I allowed.
