At daybreaks I forget myself

I have no mask to go about this carnival
only a net to harvest the sea's ruse
and the wealth of silence

Strike well, strike with force, a sugared rifle shot
and let the gallery experience confetti violence

My thought is trash I toss away, logic I renounce
persistently eaten up inside over roads I did not wish
at daybreaks I forget myself

Restrain the mind, restrain the mind from griping about the weather
it which forms a clique with pain and skimps on sweetness