Then The Scene Slips Away Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Turbulent time races inside
Verses once sacred sound vicious
A whole flood of freaky folks chases me
Ignoring each code, bypassing their bits
I let the silence rule over me
Its smile and secrecy won't invite any affair.

Symbols sleep in row, and sounds sideline it
Through awful inquiries, I routinely go on
Virgin voices seem full-time fake
Someone's eating evenings;
Someone else is out for ill lights
And the circle drifts a little;
it then slips away forever!