Motion

Poisondrops are masked to likeness,
I swallow them without fear
Bitter bile is rolled into kindness,
Let into me and don't care with tear

At first is frency, lament protesting,
I don't turn to any expectations
And a night I find myself screaming
Shrug them off and learn the conclusions.

Small
Vertical
Diposition
Enragingly
Scorning
Motion
You deserve
If You hurt
If You believe
That can injure

Me.

2006