Heated wave from the mountains' slope makes downpour locally.

It calms people's turblence, but it turns cooler, driving birds accorded to it, only easy slipping in locomotion which makes them left to anywhere, having no idea.

Not all, but occasionally, there somebody could make sure, current, calm and firm.

All the ocean echoes current set above it, air current makes it easy, not touching surface of the ocean.

All it needs compassion, nor no meddling.

Current, calm and firm, no need but it, just it makes all world as it ought to be.

One whistle echo makes daytime denseness mentally dispersed.

Devorcing, dispersing makes each of them the sole independence over whole currents, it'd be okay.

Midnight whisle calls crows to be awoken, at coming near of daybreak.

Where have all romantic nights and late dinners?

But, it's okay, only small memory of it on the pillow of rock.

Looking up to the skies, only seen current breathes ocean's yawn and snore.

Desert does never stop drought and only a few survival of plants, they stock all memory of wind making sound and smell on flat ground.

One journey man's blues harp calls sleeping armadillo reverbrated to get resuming to roam about, around there.

Any one location's any watching to all the current has no idea to any destination, or to say, all the current has no destination, just it makes only current, it's okay, nothing but it needed.

(Aug. 31st. 2020)

At hard heated daytime, as if that day at Dallas, although you were nobbled by next one for taking part in demonstration, Black lives matter, but if you have only chicken-hearted never to do so easily, you might evade paved road reflecting many demonstrators’ feet and legs with sunny beam, you might take that another way, if there’s some mountain road to go through forests and approach the cave as this side of cove, you can yell, not only Black lives matter but also Red lives matter, Yellow lives matter, White lives matters, Brown lives matter, Silver lives matter, Golden lives matter, or so!

Give it all up, with the words by mind fuckers, or kind of wonk’s mumble never hiding to say so in front of you, hey next you there!

You’d get that feeling and yell all what you think to trees, soils to the ground, you’d have the better work even at staying home, and you’d get bomb at that work, you know!

Because also you could get your words and get some other one get it in the one’s mind so impressively, couldn’t you?!

Pull out your vigor!

Ooze your mind zippo, and let your legs have a first step to your road!

Take off your timid clothe of yourself!

And scream it, “World lives matter!”

If you have some scary to the club or gunshot from police officers but you have that mind and cheering power to all lives to you, you know!

With that your experience, when you nip going out your staying home someday, you’d be able to nobble the next one accidentally you could cross at small convenience store by your home or vicinity of your home, you know!

(to be continued)

(Aug. 29th. 2020)

Note; This poetry series are devoted to all ones who have the same feeling to all demonstrators at Freedom Respecting country in world!

Loving emotional web  must be created by so intriguing one like you, only the one starving to get love could be entangled by that web.

By you, so easy, lightly captured in your trick, coz you are smartly webbing for catching spatz like me.

You are just spider of daytime shadow maker!
Your shadow of your sigh makes the one who is not so craving for love so easily netted.

What makes you spider is mind's slack in having no deepened thought, but really being not so concentrating moment woulld be fun, coz all life running must have only accidental things' chain  .

Rubbing motional pep must be crated by so bewidering one like you, only the one sparking to set love could be bundled in that pep.

By you, so easy, lightly enruptured in your nmagic.  coz you are so fragrantly petting for catching fluff like me.

You are jetting spider of daytime meadow raker!
Your puddle of your eyes makes the bone who nis not so slaving for love so easily netted.

But, actually you are just so lonely and not standing being alone, aren't you?
(Aug. 30th.  2020)