The Healer Faith Poem by Antonio Liao

poison my heart
with oozing pain needless
the bottom sea tangle with ragtag tipsters
snail of sand, for
the hour permits my flesh to turn to dust

burn my emotional distress, the morning voice
laugh my being losing beyond
the ecstasy of cleverness
and come hold the entire body rotten to piece
I’m will surely die

lay down to the extended sail of the sea's and fresh
the medium air passes to the nostril,
I vow then to lost
as the ended horizon gallops my destiny
I come to an end my love, say
goodbye...