Thorn While
Thorn of the Crowns
Planted in sand –
That’s like a gown
With no end,

Brings Outbursts
Of Scepters and Orbs:
Flesh theirs is coarse,
Spirit – of Crops…

Crops of the corpses’re
Fed as supposed –
Odor of roses
Is juxtaposed

To their Truths
Wrapped in the Lies:
Crown Thorn loses –
Means that it dies…

Death of Rebirth’s
Life to extend:
Question of Worth’s
Posed to the end.

Asking is breathing –
Air’s fragile:
Spirit will rise in
Flesh for a while!..