Autumn grim morning
Comes past the long night
Simple process
And usual as ever
Nothing within hollowness
A Sewer

A dream comes when asleep
Being left behind in bed
Sometimes comes when being awaken
And then has vim to turn one mad

Simple  phrases, simple course
Where one calls this a bless
Will some call this a mess
And Curse

A finest way to blend
A shortest way to end
And a longest way to grow.
Thus behold it everending!

An everlasting circle it seems
Though dies away with years going by
Seeming not to be everlasting thing the light -
It dims
A minute crushes all (the) thing
Long years of raising
Just for short falling

Simple  phrases, simple course
Where one calls this a bless
Will some call this a mess
And Curse

A finest way to blend
A shortest way to end
And a longest way to grow.
Thus behold it everending!

Wraith on wall
Or what can that be called?
Hallucination:
March through grades and generations...
Ghastly though droll realisations
The one of self and one of brutal truth
And dissemblant serialisations:
Burth, Youth, Growth, Death Again Burth, Youth....

abril, ano 2002 domini...