He clutches issues
Like rain grips the earth
He hesitates while he asks a few abrupt things
Like the soul hesitates before breathing a sin
He says he is ignorant
Like a carefree bird encircling the clouds at dawn
He says he has seen life fall apart , gather
Both phases emerging like inevitable branches of a tree
He says he has dissolved past
Like a tornado that gulps peace
He says he can go on this way
Like he knows , what his will be story like .
Like he is , time himself .