Virtuality Poem by Nyein Way(Maung Maung Thein)

faces simulacra
observation upon changes of faces on moments on screens
wait and imagine
horizon of imaginatives
horizon of nothingness
horizon of hopes
horizon of utentials on bagbacks
horizon of pine-trees
horizon of riots
horizon of signification
horizon of glass house
horizon of open space
life is a thing people cannot understand till they die but they survive without understamding
an existential scope of vital dreams and shouts and breezes on phoenixed skeltons.
virtual narratives go on.
a dog on the bare grey street