Let the house be left
A bird and it's flocks
Hungers in lust
Smells and memories
Entangled eyes and whispers
All be left.

Let the self be unguarded
The lover on an unknown
path whose
Self being the only source of free will
Never see it's opposite
But in silence
In diagonal vision to all outsides
The self shaved and unguarded.

Let laugh be in all kites
The skies turned on
The yes is always followed through
Millions of shades, the sky shows off
The kites in perfect match
In loops and the swings
Yet perfectly balanced
The laugh remains always in the joy
of the flight.