Shinning Newbies Poem by Antonio Liao

gloss in the past assemble in the
present of time, waiting to submit
in the clock of the present

in every return the beginning
of the dark breathless hold the
to light of the fire

a close of every dawn, sleeping
becomes the risen chance to change
where many have wish to buy, but
few have taken alive

glamor holds every hand to close,
yet only the weaken have survive even
the lasting gold turns to dust

the hands that empty clip had peep to
see the toe, for nothing left if the
eyes is close

tell what Canmore is and settle
down the emptiness of Greed