I can't unlock one's mind;
when distant there it lies
of guarded killer fence
no sympathy allies;
nor bit allowance kept
for foreign slight touches,
on swelling of its skin
from burning pride matches;
since all explaining
of false perception;
does cut so deep
from words' intention;
of nothing more
than lighting deeds,
its darkened rooms
of lifeless trees;
not for death occupies
the very depth it hides,
but for the rotten wisdom
of dull, combusting mind;
maybe it's buried long
my verses can't uncover,
maybe its chains would weigh
to break my heart-levers;
hence never will I
be scrapping out trash;
that clogs their leakage stink
to free from mind rash;
whoever they'd be,
my wisdom's my heart;
won't heal their beliefs
since it's where too I start.
