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
chester maynes 