Let’s undo death

Let’s undo words
Let’s undo grammar
Let’s undo meanings
Let’s undo marriage
Let’s undo family
Let’s undo schools
Let’s undo courts
Let’s undo state
Let’s undo borders
Let’s undo religions
Let’s undo civilization
And when
all are undone,
let’s undo poetry.

Poetry is required
only when
life is fucked-up.

A lonely astronaut in space

Words,
with the burden of meanings
Men,
with the burden of words
Earth,
with the burden of men
Are
bored to death.

Doesn’t life
exist somewhere
with its
simplest delights?