In the middle of the night out of a broken sleep I felt I am a body and my body craved for you - your sensuous touch. s uddenly then, I saw, my body split up in million hideous insects who roamed in the room everywhere - to eat the tiny vulgar scrapes of one's own mind. I didn't mind my body, your touch, the insects, even vulgarity, only the disturbed peaceful sleep - wanted for another tiresome day.