You were sitting on a honeycomb br I wanted a life br without stink or stain. br Intently staring at every celebration br listening to every sound, br and warding off the hissing reptiles br near my ladder. br br Nature, I do not want to fight with. br Grief brings psoriasis, br the eternal itch and restlessness. br I scream at every red patch, br my unreadable pain forgets the date. br br Mutism was not the answer br to protect the purity of tongue. br Silence was not a golden word. br Without becoming hoarse br one can shout to tell the dimensions.