You break the taboos of words, one by one.
You crack the shell of your body, your shape...

Every meaning is there
amid meaninglessness...

If you kill the messenger
The message forever...

Apple
is gravity...

The twins of emulation
improvise their slithering stalk...

Recognize your own
beauty, by averring the...

When have you stopped
searching for others in you...

This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...

The world without fences, and walls.
The world without division...

Fragrances are the decalcomania of elegant flowers...
Butterflies are the flowers decalcomania in...

The rain is gone.
The trains are gone...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...