clutters in my head

moved with every motion

i made

and the vast flat green

houses on horizon

when three are too many

a pause

and the vast hemispheric blue

houses on horizon

when three are too many

a pause

and the golden ray in between

from gases burning

minutes of years away

a breath

and the clutters unmoved

by vibrations and screeching

of the railway below

a long long pause

never too long, never enough

a halt and here we are

back to where they started

the clutters in my head

ready to spring again

Labels: but i like poems, i dont know enough words, im going to write anyway, it makes me sad, its a free world