This fleshy ripen dome of fervor,
this bundle of rainbow and nectar...

Right there
garden unfurls itself...

Oh, how fragile are the soundless beauties,
Blemish brambles...

In the name of Indian warriors
the first nation of truth...

As soon as you think
you've found the final answer...

Butterflies stroke the
velvet fur of gardens while...

Me and an ant looked
at each other, recognized...

Sky is the mode of
nothingness in the blue dye...

Time, is as arbitrary as perspective,
the spatial vision...

When I think, the universe begins to make sense.
When I speak, the world listens...

Black man sings:
Compering to the way you moving your booty...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...