Wear, wear whatever you dare,
Tho, the global locality has no morality…
Animals with human customs,
Humans with animal costumes
Form the world into a modest mode-
In which the smartest ones are silent
While the mass dress in rumbling drunkness
in happy hues of the humbling violent
Of the primitive homo-geniuses.
Does nudity equal with the human nature?
Which? Human as savage or creature?
Born or grown?
While sensations design human customs,
Is predestination more than a fake costume?
Does the world hold anything divine?
While we follow an immoral aurora-
Its warming colours in a frozen desert
That implies no divine unseen scenes?
Questions are colorless, unseen but existing
Alike to God’s infinite fineness-
Probing our customs if they are probed.
Methink costumes as a colorful ocean,
mesee customs as the change of the world.
We sink in the dying world’s dying ocean.