TO CLARIFY

Lips say no
But eyes are shocked
Clearly pretends to brave
Rather caught in the act
Me, put myself around the oath
Promising of other’s the first but not the last

Crossing the river bank
Going own the 45° cliff
Me, shaking coz it’s deep
The deep traps me deeper

Better white flag and cancellation
Pretend no distraction from other’s mouth
Bugging my trace in the late confirm
The 45° cliff feel so abortive

The night’s king appears clear
No tears of heaven in that mid rain season
Me, feel blessed rather coward
Struggling for whom, I don’t even know

The only my 2-foot, lasted the final steps
A fellow guide hide for a while
Then, light is open
Hesitation, indeed, a junk feel
Only a smile welcoming, home or send away (Prof building, 08)