Back-not-silent silences

      
     It would have been good to be tired from behind the expanding back of Times just to watch the nesses of the creeping vibrations! My worried fears Sisyphus chubby sat right on my face! Waste of time evokes the past even when we have deliberately fled the escaped distances! Light mercy also feeds on silent contemplations! There are many times sobbing beeps in my child's soul! It is still lucky to cling to knocked shreds with both hands!
      
     Killing silence repeatedly calls to himself, "Do it, because it may be too late tomorrow!" "Expelled, fearful Loneliness in my aging, anxious members, and I am afraid that the eternal Beloved, who has given me shared, throbbing heartbeats, will never know me again!" "White sweaty, superstitious sunlight first scans, then loses its strange rings in the cracks of my face: something very strange is happening now!"
      
     As a strangled embers, proud mundane romances would still be on fire; as successful prey-sneakers, lowly net throwers shrink their teeth! - In my silences, the echo sounds doubled, and even now I don't feel all my organized thoughts fluttering, and it's getting harder and harder to find their real place! The presses that create desires have all turned against me too! Executioner-Time-grated straitjacket is waiting for human lives to be wasted! They are called by the tiny, treasure worlds of nothingness and all memories of a sizzling, snow-capped door slam; if you call your conscience you often back down in front of your face - back is rarely listened to!
      
     The connection of known beings was made up of petty nuances of silences! Being only three steps away, if I dare - they would break up if I let them be small-style grabs!