Nikander - Set A Distant Lie

What if you have stopped with circulating? Observing dust Mechanically trapped In pleasant void Not understood Someone should cut False false roots My meat collided By small remarks on future loss And dropped to your pocket full of moss Living the values Uncertainly changed direction Corridors smashed Your bright smile stays My heat faded By small remarks on future loss It dropped to your cold hands of emptyness By raids of dark stabbed cross Rounded box overloaded by pain Morning blame of grounded pain What if you have stopped with circulating? Observing dust Mechanically trapped In pleasant void Not understood Someone should cut False false roots