I try to sketch before
I blow off these people,
Who walk along my shore
To cause a glittering ripple.
I`m beating in my cube,
I`ve beaten enough. It`s fine
To leave an endless tube
And stay here petrifying.
They leave me stand alone,
While portraits stay forever.
I`m drifting on my own,
No reason to endeavor,
No silhouettes to ink,
No faces to be pokered.
Sand is too dense to sink,
Air is too loose to smoke it.
I try to sing before
I blow off myself.
I swear to sell my shore
Until the clock strikes twelve.
minorama
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