That's Easy, My Alien Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

.simple mathematical forms are revisiting algebra's unknown X in equation.
questions are needed for truths.
lies are needed for challenge.
over the years mango trees are outbof the questions becausr people don't know how trees are
growing tall and how leaves are composing shapes.
pride and prejudice are the rule of egoistic creatives.


knowthyself.
luons.rabbits.tigers.apples.dice of rowing boats in dreamy sky of the viles and woes of attaching lines of moving wonders of quailing trains of subtle position of stars in constellations of universal truths.
stand on noisy road to reels of inventive narratives.
nobody knows nobody in depth of portrait.
only immitated wrongs on eyes of delusive noumenon.
dawns are always after the darkest moments,
temporary beings always have to stop.
real images never show up as creative images.
they are not hiding.
they are rhemselves uniting and communicating as speediest waves of particle-poetry process.
this is called life.
butterflies of the fifth dimension.

alien: do you understand?
reality of innovative poet: that's easy.