What you see of me is a shadow,
I have already passed on...
This park, deserted
save for Dragon and myself...
My old friend was very keen
on rigid flexibility...
On moss covered shell
sea gulls peck crustaceans 'til...
Like a recurring nightmare
I search for you in towns...
If you could see the wind
you would find my love...
My eyes grow weary
sooner these days though still I...
Even sharpest minds
dread the time senior moments...
Firefly class spaceship
crew deadlier than revers...
Set Fire to the Rain
Cabeza...
Michelangelo looked at a stone,
saw vibrant warrior concealed...
And later in the night, death came for him:
Flying over the garden, over the compound...