SO YOU [I] SPOKE

"I'm well, and so the tree is"-wrote the sideways dream.
As I was listening the humming note of the leisurely car
Drawing the sound of loneliness that has made the diagrams
Easily to be withered away on the pane of sliding glass.
Some obscure shoes admitted the perspiration of
Walking through the days and the nights embraced by the insomniac.

 'I'm now behind the curtain"- confessed the narrowed memory.
Definitely the tongue wraped up  history with
The layers of stories- heaped up fantasies. claiming the edge 
Of delight and the crust of surprise ,nothing more
Could be cried for except the plates ,strewn with the smell
Of peeper and cigar and the slices of half-truths with dissoluble structure.

"I'm the question"-said the enigma.
Checking the scripts of thousand years' learning  and spitting 
At the explanations of ink, smoke and papers,it whispered the 
Receding modalities -of idiosyncratic revolution and silenced desire.
Perhaps the underlines meant the troubles of standing in front of 
The rings of fire. 

Thus smiled You , actually I in disguise ,with extraordinary stupidity 
And ridiculous insanity  by and large.