There is Someone.
There is someone to love me too
Such a love that made me love myself
There is someone who misses me
Such a miss that I started missing myself
There is Someone
You Burned Us Day and Night
Are you a natural selection or invention?
If natural selection, I have nothing to say,
And if you are invented, let the ‘splendour of thousands of suns,’
Blaze upon the heads of your inventors.
The Seventh Spring
I saw the dark pillars and boles
And my body was darker than normal.
Fire apples were hanging
from the leafless trees
and the breath tasted
like searing fragrance.