I am once again in most things, too often in too many words, words not even my own.
I am even in that which I cannot see or comprehend; and the simpler I become, the sooner and the more in things I will be.
I am not that much complicated as I am that much in simplicity; and as I stand as a man, not erect, but still, the miracles of things I can’t see, but feel, will come to be.
simple creatures pretending to be complex;
educating ourselves to be dumb;
dressing our simple body because we believe it’s more complex naked;
not noting that it’s more complex dressed;
not noting that inside is now naked;
and so we created the bikini and the naked picture,
to make things worst;
and so no verse is written to dress
or undress the beauty of simplicity
and the simplicity of beauty;
for whom or what can write a whole verse
when he or it knows the whole thought?
soon, we shall be so naked,
that soon we shall be not noting that we are