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

We lost our genders to love.
We lost our voices to love...

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

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

Only kids feel the suffocation,
adult are already suffocated...

From nothing to everything
we are...

If you can not love anymore
if your ark of feeling have sank in the mud...

The abyss of shapes
drop to drop...

Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...

Snow man, melting frost
time is the perfection lost...

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...