I can’t walk, touch, smell, and talk
Alone I can’t do it
Without it, I am wind
Without a mind
This temple is mine, but not mine alone
I see through its two tunnels
I speak through its big tunnel
With thirty-two halite stone around it
Like a driver
I am in control of it
And I cannot dwell in it forever
Because it’s got an expiration date
And I don’t have it.