These All Were You

I had many words, hadn't need ink though I wrote into inside paper without body some peacock feathers greeted me to some night west stars, a star eyed me on a planet I panted thousands acre trees there birds built their nests I was loving all birds crossing seven seas I was lying down on the bed and seeing crossing the window glass the far horizon stole the written words by licking of kitten tongue smelled ruminated flush this morning I find me unaided due and discover these all were you -Sunday, June 23, 2019 Chattogram