Another Poetry Of Otherness
Jumping from the ground to the ground
Nobody knows what I am
Noby knows who I am
I know my another 'I'
Forgetful runaways infinity of langugambled
Life is not a gambled cards but gambled of mind
Who knows? You are a poem?
Fellowspaceman!
Whited colours distorted realities
Where are we standing?
Don't give me answer
Just throw me questions raised by aesthetic impotency
Out of politicised aesthetics running out of life-steamed fuel
poem by Nyein Way
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