when a glass of water is turned upside down
there grows a hill of sanskrit words
all terraces of her body
are painted with the life-lines
of the dismantled electric-bulbs
the window-screen of those coiffures
on which the tom-toms are arranged
by the sound of the original drum-beats
can run faster than the blue conch
when those information are fed
into a lady-computer
on her screen there appears the picture
of an unknown planet
after surfing it is also known
that from there the rose originates
