My fingers are branches with hanging ripe apples. My eyes are windows through which others snoop on my soul that is kneaded with clouds. My head is a camel hump with which I tap on a drum that is made of the skin of time. I tap out the melody of my unity. With the desert that stretches across my back. My mouth is a well dried out by silence. Words are empty caskets, or dry coffins. I mean, words are shells crushed under the feet of the absolute.

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