Superfluous lips confess
The beautiful grimace
Of a Red Myrmex
When stings
An Airborne Phoenix.
Handcuffed knobs hold
The splintered doors
Of a Slaughter House
That sits
Deep in Thoughts.
Tell me,have you realised
The metastasis
From past bliss to remote grief?
Ah,the secrets of created creatures
Have caressed me so carelessly
That I came to be Science Fiction.