VEIWING THROUGH THIS WINDOW :
A
NEVER OPENED
NEVER CLOSED
RAIL WAY GATE SEEN
WHERE
THE HUMAN LUGGAGE'S
PASSES TO NOWHERE
I ALWAYS ASKED
WHERE ALL THIS LUGGAGE'S MOVES
WHICH SHORE THEY REACH
NO ANSWER
LAUGHING BODIES,WEEPING EYES,
SILENCE
AND
SOUNDS
LIPS LIKE GARDENS OF
CRIES OR SONGS OF DEPAIR
WITH NO TICKETS
BUT WOUNDS,
MEMMORIES
OF THE UTLIMATE RYTHM OF
PAST AND PRESENT
LUGGAGES AGAIN
SLEEPY
WATCHY
SEXY AND MORE
DESPERATE DESPATCHES
AND
OFFCOURSE
WAVING HANDS
LEAVING ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS
TO THE WIND OF AGONY
THE GATE DEPART US
IT REMAINS IN BETWEEN
WITH FULL OF
INARTICULATE VOICES
AND DARKNESS
BODHI
THE BURNING LEAVES OF BLOOD AND SWEAT
CONFUSED WITH THE
MEMORIES OF A GRAVEYARD
WITH NO GATE
A
NEVER OPENED
NEVER CLOSED
RAIL WAY GATE SEEN
WHERE
THE HUMAN LUGGAGE'S
PASSES TO NOWHERE
I ALWAYS ASKED
WHERE ALL THIS LUGGAGE'S MOVES
WHICH SHORE THEY REACH
NO ANSWER
LAUGHING BODIES,WEEPING EYES,
SILENCE
AND
SOUNDS
LIPS LIKE GARDENS OF
CRIES OR SONGS OF DEPAIR
WITH NO TICKETS
BUT WOUNDS,
MEMMORIES
OF THE UTLIMATE RYTHM OF
PAST AND PRESENT
LUGGAGES AGAIN
SLEEPY
WATCHY
SEXY AND MORE
DESPERATE DESPATCHES
AND
OFFCOURSE
WAVING HANDS
LEAVING ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS
TO THE WIND OF AGONY
THE GATE DEPART US
IT REMAINS IN BETWEEN
WITH FULL OF
INARTICULATE VOICES
AND DARKNESS
BODHI
THE BURNING LEAVES OF BLOOD AND SWEAT
CONFUSED WITH THE
MEMORIES OF A GRAVEYARD
WITH NO GATE