And the nature woke me up
Warmly I took my fresh pen
I acidified the ink in the pen
I surfaced the paper and pen
I begin to mix paper and pen
Stirring the paper with pen
In the *** of paper and pen
To make a fine poetry cheese
The cheese is cheap and chop
Imaginary by mouth and teeth
In the kitchen where no flour
And milk or butter but papers
And pens all in  " Safana Poetry Kitchen"