When the birds sublimated into the air
I had lost my sight
When the snow grinded and sealed the earth
My ears had been deafen
After a clock capsulized and catalyzed the time over and over
I just got a goosebumps
While the clouds were crucibled into a quintessence
My hairs fell down in strands
Plum blossoms glowed and half-boiled a thick fog
And my nostrils started to flare
The creek kept distill and sediment the hills
My heart…I have no heart…
With my hands in namaskara mudra
I curlewed my neck and slumbered
And from the arches of my feet
A whole hell of cold mountain heaved