and the hardship of the eyes
birth a field of papyrus
until the pen acquires life and leaps up.

though the scent is silver
the mind becomes gold
and all who sniffs it gets thin
until every piece becomes a treasure.

an empty shelf is a grave
but i have a silver platter.
hang them on walls or hang thy self
for not i can fathom the 1999 gems.

there is a disparity
between what i believe from
what I read.

and i consistently trust what I perceive.

the beasts are the prejudices of the ordinaries
and the annotations are the angels.
and i am the wealthiest man I know!
the most friendly as well.

i met more than 10, 000 characters
and i date with them silently.
i can read all their minds and their
Words eat me in return.

as I rest in peace
from the Climaxes,
Life offers me Comedy.