Poetry

The insider, 
of a windowless room 
outreaches a gun. 
 
A signature assault 
nips at your heels 
in revenge. 
 
Mind in a rubber sac, 
in search of─ 
a real country. 
 
A balloon thought, 
soars high, towards infinity, 
to snoop at the god. 
 
You should have 
myriad tears, for the 
fallen, *Black Beauty from unknown.