Another night without a shadow of sleep
Another night too young, without a dream
Keeping the eyes open yet filled with sand
Hanging on a curtain mirrored in a sea line

Another night without a hope and of a tiredness
Resisting another night without burning itself
Seeing the hours passing through the shadow of chance
Seeing the pollen fading then suddenly stands

An hourglass like a womb
Remorse, the choice like a post stamp
The womb becoming a woman
The stamp filled with arsenic trioxide

And the other point of life
The body finally surrenders
Awakening, flourishing orchids
The morning, carelessly pretended

The drama like a war robe
To fight another day or not?
Another day on a rope
Fearing of cowardice about all

Not a minute out of advance guard
Not a minute away from the sound
The excitation of Sirens
The rainstorm is like a call

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