yet such a thirst,
So many shadows
why is there still some light?
So much pleasure
in this trivial plight,
I stand different in the sea of poppies
waking-up to a slightest of silence!
So little doubt
yet an abundance of faith,
I smile and say "Hi"!
to your silent examination,
Blisters of humanity
in the trivial hint of imperfection,
I rise early to see the bluest canvass
to meet the smile-"why such a fuss?"
So many imaginings
yet this colorless disgust.
-Hermano del Loco (yours truly)
