Lately it is the sound;
the sound of avoidance and gap;
the fall of which water doesn't come back;
such is the aimless position of something lost.
Lately it is the time;
the way the mind removes a beautiful shadow from the dead;
the veil that covers the dying of what you say;
such is the hate of a unconstitutional prisoner.
Lately it is the transition;
the eating of a lifeless body;
the degradation of one's unhuman soul;
such is the resolution and continual failure of your poetry.
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