Regrets
I could not hold the pen straight,
and I could not display the canvas
after connecting the stars.
The immensity of my soul
occasionally poured its anger
on the guiltless.
I left words rule my senses,
and deceit shatter my courage...
The tongues of my clock
are crooked.
Forgive me, my mother,
my Father,
but I must go to war
with war.