On Collision Course

No comments. The eagle 
is ready to pounce on 
your future, when you were 
preparing to consume your past. 

Flesh eaters. They are going 
far than far. I wanted 
to do something strange 
and new, for example― 

like destroying myself. Dirty 
thoughts. Always coming with 
new legends. It is a deep 
hole. Cavernous. 

A dark blankness. You 
are not arriving. And then you 
let it go― sensually, facing 
the unknown. An explosion, 

waits for a new birth. A poem!