A note

A dream of placing thousands of lives in the middle of a sea of ​​ink

and the boat lilts reject the sun and its rays
a pair of balls forming a dull gaze as your mind tore the orange sky paper

I was amazed to see my religion disappear in the waves of the painting you were looking at

A hope of hanging smoke when dusk kills hope

my body is just a weathered boat lying on the back of the ocean
and all meanings become ambiguous fist

You and I are like a pair of butterflies who are transfixed while riding the boat that will soon sink


Yeah
lost in gray memory