'In the cracks of its blissful inferno,
Eye's blind!'
~

'Fishes' vocal cords climb summits on the water,
In One cut's enough a slaughter!'
~

'Asleep or awake,
a snake has its eyes wide open!
In a Dream of no heartbeat or hope,
shedding the skin of a rope.'
~

'Little bug's dream in A Sleep,
****** by the cracks of Its rug.'
~

Truth 'nurtures',
Once buried with a shovel's unbothered virtue.
~

'I love the rain when I forget my umbrella!
I love the Sun when burning my skin!
I love the rugs, pulled under soaked feet of camomile steam!
I love a dying man's smile!
I love the carefree giggle of a child!
I love what I see,
Once I pull my eyes out.'
~

'Did it penetrate the now of its how?
A little worm
Oh, dear!
Is feasting on sounds of the found,
in deaf bird's ear.'