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Toeing Hem of a World

On toeing hem of a world, its world could be seen so another to me.


No matter how joyful talk with smile done there could be distanced.


Mind’s determinative eyeline is so cool to everything.
But any mind of another one must never be intervened by anybody relies on so thin ice, never on so vast space.


Every affectionate behavior’s false honesty could be easily peeled by any decision.


Decision means universally so cool, and calm in no waver, no shake.


Every fanatic sympathy must be disclosed its so light decision, and pretentious honesty.


World hem is anytime empty.
But any world must have its end of the world.
End of the world meets an end of a day everyday.
World day is never infinite, no matter how long days would be left to us, time must go on never in return.


Time and world must expire someday.
Its symptom could be seen to me.


I have no place to sleep so well.
My consciousness is always so vigilant and noticed to particular attractive matter.
It means taking no care to all things except it.


Living is throwing everything unnecessary away from myself.
Any other matters pretending so honest must never mean so much.


Only genuine descison must be needed.


(May. 18th. 2019)