When the rose turns into a cannon
 And ants to guard legions
 I sit by the window
 heavily
 Watch the yellowing of tree leaves
 A hole around me
 Or I go around it
 Same
 Candles captivate me
 When it struts with her flames
 My mouth was drenched in saliva
 Watch her indifferently
 I look forward to her slim body
 Intoxicated by her endless dances
 Holes multiplied all around me
 spin spin
 And I don't care
 Autumn is definitely coming
 And you will fall staggering
 those papers
  With my dry mouth
 And my slow moving blood
 Legions of ants wait

Art installation by Amir Khatib