The fertile Silence can hardly be shrouded inside! Silent Cosmos-Space is the once soul-seeing eye; a body-left, winged bird that can’t learn to fly again! Stone is captured by breaking hyenas and crushing moral nobility! Escaping from myself, the rattling wave of the Spirit can hardly be heard!
 
A squeak of light projected on rocks only increases its shadow in the dark - it doesn’t warm! A skeleton turned upside down from skin and flesh remains if he reveals and lets go of all secrets: he received a final defense as a gift from this cipher-comedian Fate when the gates of the immortal Universe open! For even if the Spirit left on his face is undressed, he thinks he will be wounded! The Trench of Being is gradually filled with wells of sorrow!
 
Tuning has been going on in me for thirty years and I still couldn't start my continuous life! A lone ark has already ruined our skulls; the sad tears are raging, its pearls are rippling! The jungle hairs of my hiding body are filled with lies lying from the slammed sermon! There is a secret disease in our permeable organs; with the invisible legs kick the Live! "Butterfly's dream sleeps under piles of blankets, flying immortally from one flower to another!"
Being, if you don't take care of your baby's medium, will be nothing! The awakening child awakens in us consciously and half-naked! "Morality is a sin among light-hearted women!" Who smells sweaty, motherless nights and how else can he survive?!