Imperfection is
the prove of perfection...

First the space
was an assumption...

We carve our masks with our faces
against the chisel of darkness...

They think they do not like me.
They doubt of my goodness to be...

You inject the poison of your contempt to your...
disallowing her to discover the word clearer...

I remember my future
if I see my past in a different degree...

They scare us with death
until we are frightened of living...

Redeem your ability to learn
not by insisting on what you know...

They stole our liberty
though...

The man on wheelchair died.
His legs were amputated before his life...

He is so poor
He has nothing but honesty...

Omnipresence is weaved
when the threads of time entwine...