The Cycle Of Numerous Lives
The Value Of Individual Things
The Conversation With Universal Things
The Absence Of Numbers Of Individuals
Regulations From A Lonely Solitude
An Accidental Prayer From A Special Structure
Puking Blood
Stained On My Hands
Are Numerous Seeds Of Mine
The Reflection That Comes In
Is Almost Nothing
My Tears Concerning It
Is A Unit That Has Everthing
Where Is The End Of This Thinking?
Is Everything That Does Not Exist
An Expression Of The Arrogant God?
Does It Mean The Last Stop Of The Journey?