"Empty Canvas"

On the empty canvas

A man falls when the suction of the precipice commences

Unlike other crevices

One will drip down the canvas ere a man hit the ground at once



The eyes do not tell

But the reflection of the eyes will reflect

For those who dwell

And one shan’t defect



When java sparrows sing,

Under the winged denizens, the ritual dance takes place

Peruvian nutshells are attached to the ankles to swing

And shake, the trees are always ready to embrace



Lacerate the synthetic relations

Artificial populations