chester maynes

 

Striding, galloping, floating—

All elements from left to right gather here

Canopies of heterogeneous colors emerging from

Unknown origins of drastic mysteries

 

No mouth can gossip and whine

Neither feet stagger on barbed wires

Little zones have bigger surveillances

Every move is a record of act

 

Strikes of lightning cannot end a life

The armors on everyone gone immortal

Emanating dominions from the so-called Deity

Young ages never grow older

 

Long encounters of hunger are no more

Blood of countless wars have ended

All eyes are fixed on the truth

All bodies are reclined on the master’s bosom

 

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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