In Asylum

It heaves you up;
too antsy to stay
on the waves,
inheriting the power-
dynamics of deemed palaces.

Channeling the inner Gandhi
or Buddha to reincarnate
the fragrance of past. Could
have become a golden
era again.

The fraud! Everthing was
created by a mockingbird.
Are you sure there
was a war cry between
the insects?

You remind me of ugly
dads fathering a new generation
of unborn myths.Thousands of
witnesses will keep their
eyes shut.