Illiteracy

Upon reality,
folded,
flashback defying senses,
and supposedly,
sentimental legacy,
consuming.

Longing,  for
phrases uttering phrases,
risen,
a mess of heart's pages,
torn not,
in the mind's back.


Therefor,
the rosy thoughts
tried to adhere,
as no space
in a language,
the colors run away from,

and for such man,
geography of the logic
ought to metamorphose,
literally,
seeking out

a possible culture.