Loneliness

He bigotry courier arrives
always stand in the morning at the dam.
I life day by day
I understand always less.
Philosophically, he sliced his word
wise slices.

I will come back to dreams
old time,
each place Peyton Place.

Tampere is home to a young man,
who is looking for gentle comforter.
He has hit the eyes
the writer's mysterious plate.
I always go into hiding
low cower behind the words.

Partly my fault,
that this loneliness
I'm wearing a robe.