““Sonnet 2992 I am the Fire of Yazd, I won't be extinguished by warring apes. I am the Glaciers of Kailash, I won't be tainted by smallmindedness. I am the full Moon over Mecca, I won't be colonized by empires of insects. I am the Sound of Sema over Konya, I won't be silenced by noisy nationalists. My current comes from spinning particles, my compass points to where no map can lead - I won't fit inside insect colonies with compost for brain and bloodlust for divinity.””