Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

Our expanding
only circles to reflect in the given radius...

I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...

A swan cannot be alone.
A lonely swan is only a question mark...

Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...

You are a star shining brilliantly
far away in sky...

Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...

So deep in my ears
there is a song...

When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

This is
the Saba’s* weft of waft...

Buzz, buzz
This was...

If you crucify him again,
what will be your excuse...