And I shut my eyes...
in sudden remembrance,
of how situations...good or bad...just fired up the course
of poetic imagination...

I remembered when I let go, but the feelings that was in the
memory bank....
It was a form of raps....form of poetic war...

Well anyway...
it's been saddening enough to
know that I hit the spot of the one
who matters most...
Punishment....actually whatever it is...I'd accept...
I'm apologetic...
in fact...to know and to be conscious of
the effects and the act of it...
already...it's piercing.