Perform your language Fly with the wind Dive, retrieve, whatever you want, Eat your fill, Relish the moment and Soar into the skies Collapsing the metaphor of freedom With a belching satisfaction.
Once in a while It is always good to stop Beating your wings, Stand still in mid air And watch The discontent of the world below Without a focus Or a weltanschauung.
Taste the discontinuities of the past The wholeness of the moment In non-human terms Catching the geometric figures Burning in the Egyptian sands Or rising from the Arabian Sea Collapsing into the cosmos Like shafts of light.
It is silly to measure the world Through linguistic rules, Planned written texts, Or informal spoken discourses; Just spin through the phonic And graphic contours Reveal the mystery of the sign system And then fly away.
