Photo By Kevin Chung, December 18, 2010, found here
People of dying elsewhere, always,
mishmash of any fruitless pretexts
of pride rights and absurd, silly hopes
of not human morals made by sand
How was that we were no more and nothing?
There was the sense, a path and salvation.
Unrealistic novation caught us
sinking every truth in the dream
Not here, now, never and anymore
our aim only better vacation.
We are prints on the water: some flashes.
We are like smoke that fog reabsorbs
May, 19 2016