Next to the Delusion

A requiem of poetry—a prayer for those who’d been hurt, translated…

Tonight, there was the glass lit on fire from the south

Slowly, reflected the eyes of Death

Don’t look into them, the broken rocks flying at high-speed is merely an illusion

The dreams of the propylene filling up on top of the roofs, is also an illusion

The Möbiusband slowly sloped downward

The traffic lights became tilted too: next to the sadness and the sorrows Next to the eyes, slowly, the illusions start to evaporate

You saw how the corners of the island, along the road, they all came here

They all came by, there are more and more invisible underground pipelines that showed up, to show the supports that they have for one another

The sadness, the treasuring, the distant lights turned on

And became the small eyes of the memories of that fateful night

And so, a LOT of people had died because of this explosion, and, this, is someone’s way of working through his sadness and sorrows for the loss experienced by others.

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