dark shoots

That's what
imagines
to call that
we
the knowloedge

What we do
to think about
the world
Us with a
picture
in front
to
put
Is pure imagination
fantasy

What us
the mind
of the eyes
the other
glowing
to the
Reverberation
As if you were
sure
in roses
embedded
with physical
Desire yourself
Even on the smell
the other
in order to
wreaths
should

The lover
means
themselves
the
Exceeded
in the other
And he knows
itself
not
He is the
dark shoots
fallen prey to