In That Place

Their is absence of truth, Even there lies no lie. Trust cannot find her root. Distrust even did die. In that place, Joy is like the chaff blown by may's wind. Even Sadness,cannot face The dexterity veiling the pillar's hind. In that place, Cry and anguish,made love and bethrot. Peace and hope,like dice were shoved. That place is the home of many race. That place ask not of culture, It doesn't believe you're old or young. It wouldn't ask if not you believe in rapture, Or you're to death a throng. That place is a home of desolation, Sad-Joy,Happy-strife,Hope-death have no room. Even all opposite pairs hails blooms. Their's home of trivial confusion. That place wouldn't if you're a sage or not, Or if to sin you're knot. Whether you are an hermit, Or if to ignorance permit. In that place,no life no strife, No Peace,no war,No cry No joy,No Hope,No curiosity. Many did it crave, But few did theirselves willingly gave. Even that place cannot save It is nowhere but grave. 17:11:17:16:28