Something Of Crimes

Something Of Crimes

This is something predictably lost

Among those who are ready to lose:

Try to capture it – at any cost,

Try to hold it – without the loops,

And without those prisons or cells

That your mind is so quick to construct,

And without denials – those bells,

That sound blindly amidst cataracts!..

Just to listen is seemingly felt

Through the touches of exquisite tastes:

What be lost, is so potent to melt,

Leaving holes in a metaphor’s chest.

Warmer hardness – and harder is warmth,

Cooling down for every prevent:

Is it going to pay off, the Worth, –

Looking forward to borrow a rent?..

Credit faithfulness accumulates,

And in line it with distance performs,

Sociality pathos through gates

Leads for nothing, – and blowing horns

Meet procession, the Losers’ Triumph, –

Of the Meaning, the Weight and the Time, –

Smashing bottles on battering rams,

Raising cups to Success of the Crimes!..