I'd like to write sentences nested like Russian dolls Poem by Marie de Quatrebarbes

I'd like to write sentences nested like Russian dolls. To dwell in their hollow wooden bellies, a secret can preserve

a rose is in a rose, a bee in a bee

I dreamed they put your head on backwards, and I had to hold you by the shoulders so you wouldn't fall, your head on backwards

The one who isn't saying anything, over there, your face speaks for him. Every time I look at you, someone sprints over your haircut