True perfection is spoken no more plainly than in...
this is not a depiction of beauty on his canvas...

Disjointed...
bordered by a picture frame and look inside to...

Look westward, toward the setting sun. See now...
Our apt stagnancy has become rife. To forsake our...

He walks along the shore, while i within
the water cold and blue. we talked before...

In my young age, i have only begun the search.
through diligent introspection, i have learned...

"so apathy and mortal vice are now to be your...
while you leave me to my design and shan't...

Forsooth, like sand within a sieve, time reigns
and no immortal hand may sway its fall...

Oh, summer rain, that calls to me
with breeze that sings sweet melodies...

what perfect silence Death imparts to those
who wait with sealed eyes. there’s no more...

oh, men who pray no more, allay your fears,
for God exists in name alone. the Sun...

Come with me, and we might be made whole again.
those streets, so paved with by-gone shattered...

*an elegy on modernity in vers libre*
close not those gentle eyes, for they have seen...