O delta time you don't
walk with me. Will you define
yourself in a jungle of words?
I am sad. This world
is too much. I can not read
the unreadable. Poems will kill.
The believers die under
a canopy. After the war, the religions
fail to save humanity.
The accumulated phrases add
The accumulated phrases add up to a vision of almost unbearable sadness, but it is so elegantly stated in your usual format of nine brief lines.
Starward