No.Truth. truth.Truth. Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

No.Truth. truth.Truth.



reality of fragmentedness
actualities in geometrical shape of invisible connectedness
on surfing and nurturing nestwork
on emerging netpoetics
revolution of conceptual dialysis on body of locality
life is a wrecked ship already across pacific ocean, which had been left on island of hope.
godot's reality-actuality will have hit hope back.
purple voices.

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