Those who belittle solitude in foul languages
Surround me like a swarm of bees; it is stifling
Accusations crawl over logic so creepily
What utter nonsense can achieve?
I feel dismayed by the weather that prevails
They overlap now and blur the distinct nature
How can I just fold my dreams so oddly?
I feel the busyness is so languorous, and cliched too
There is no way to distinguish the new dawn
Night still crawls awkwardly in stretches of time
Such misplaced exultations are inexplicable
A world looks like an odd swirl
Denuded reasons weaken the narrative