A leopardess dies on a tree.
No molestation was reported.
Exploring your breast
why were you throwing salt?
As if almost needing a space
you ran to top. A solid truth
looks like a quasicrystal
against the nature.
Unbosoming myself I am
traveling in vacuum. Empty
hands don\'t hold any ancestors.
I am carrying my unborn voice.
Now don\'t cry, don\'t. You are
reaching home at the end of a
tunnel. A featureless fog will let you in,
in a fatherless world.