Did you know
that the whole world...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...

Is it in the accuracy of sensibility
that patterns come to the sense...

I am he who built the Persepolis,
Babylon, the wall of china...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...

In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...

I love all the curves of this world
But I rather to be straight like an arrow...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...