tortoise

thought of closing all channels
my other realm, and devote with one.
this humble art i may lay for
freedom it seeks and not to be taken.
those hasty unpredictable changes
and intolerable moments, kept in a box.
indistinct prejudgement soars
as beholder's proven meekness
to push a point in breaking the norms.
selfish.. 'will always be like this.
going in and out of the shell,
scribing all the thoughts, tired.
but this wall has been always been a friend.
letting the scriber draw the ink
leaving all traces to form an art.
as those i left, figuratively they're an art.
a treasure, someday someone will perceive.
sigh, more art to lose.