Blunder

The silky lines of daybreak enters Through the window as the roots Targeting to attack me and they Have completed the preparation Though it's not a holiday But the drowsy sky becoming white It wants to sleep more a bit When the earth started to yawn Number and intensity of events and accidents Started to grow in geometric progression On the growing canvas of the rotation way Of the earth, those are hanging with safety pins Invisibly beyond our eyesight What a vast the universe is What a narrow The world of our two eyes We actually see almost nothing But yet what we see We think that we saw nothing— saw nothing Or what we have seen those were blunder