Wrong

Before foot of a fool,
throw a flower of deceit,
in his wake the truth;

In a wasteland,
under branch one step away,
a sunray betray principle,
sharp silver dreams speak,
on the edge of a knife;

Slave of time:

Conceived by rot, art!
let the willing dance,
shame will vanish,
on this alter of danger,
least is a knife is a fool,
but a friend but a fool,
but a knife ..

In a wasteland,
under branch one step away,
light on a child .. (work in progress)