The mind loses words
All sense frosts
In times of need
Strain exceeds
Neither form nor core
Find their heedful shores
Taken by the strain winds
On Nowhere Lands Rewind
In times of need
Blank bricks breed
Words play hide-and-sense
Sense the void behind the fence
In the blink of an eye
All words of my ink die
S.C.P.B
#Failure (2)
So-called Poetry of Biba 