Another poem... holy shit man....

[undertoe]

I wrote this one today in English. I can't stop.

moments scribed in light by sir nicholas schram

with rushntumble
of the metropolitical
world it grows
tiresome to find
a point to

;.pause.;

and rest, an evercogent
mind but you with

your (radio(in)active) eyea flashy wink and
the world stops.;

instantly and infinitely preserved, and I can breake,
my hectic locomotion to view, this moment of the world:
beauty, grit, and grime, and weep my thanks,
of this glimpse, of relief,

Yeah... I hope you kids can figure out what it's about. The title is big hint. Think of how you might write the title in latin? (I dunno maybe not... that might just confuse you more) Anyways... Comments are nice :-D