Titbit Of Tit Poem by Saanumi ikujuni

Not good to be bad?
But bad to be sometimes good
For good and bad makes the world
To its well-defined state, up
Clearly and crystal clear
A mere conglomeration - it is.

Will be in the middle
Lukewarm signal of red flags
Hot or cold neither
Scale of endless weighing, theirs'
In uncertain end-points
Brain-wise of pendulous count.

Thou take it not for granted
As the moonlight I drank all night
This daylight I swallow the sunlight
Facing the realities; inexplicable
Of intrinsic penetrables
Meaningless metaphors for grieving: sated!

Itches... inch by inches
Horrors of negligence; me pinches
In mind - fractious free thinker
And false memories seldom glitter
A feeble with pebble jingling
Critical wind sharply biting.

~Pendove.