No gender, no male and female.
You’re dissolving in me and I in you...

And this is me:
the Prometheus of poetry...

Throbbing to seam the
tattered perfection, time is...

The blackamoor Jazzes,
hellfire tangoes with my soul...

On the cash you say
"In God we trust" though the cash...

Whiteness would mutate
though never ceases away...

These shoddy people
they all are nothing but ears...

The bosoms of swollen meadows
drizzles...

The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...

I am
as old as...

Days are withering in vain
corroding like my chain...

Parallels are delusion
otherwise, roads were endless...