Joyful for no reason, I want to see beyond this existence. You open your lips, laughing. I think of a design for that opening. As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted you. I’ve made a monument of this loving. I had a dream last night, but it’s gone now. All I know is I woke up like this again. Drawn by your growing, we gather like disheveled hair. Even spirits come to bow, We were dead. Now we are back. My turban, my robe, my head, those three for less than a penny. My self, my name, not to be mentioned, less than nothing.