Karma has an immaculate design
to destroy the happiness of those...
For the atmosphere
has kept away the air...
Emotions trap my voice in silence;
a silence that fills the winter air...
I
am not...
My eyes do not vision
madness and destruction...
Black coal sizzles
upon rocks of uneven...
Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...
Such as a puzzle is confusing, that you are to me.
New discoveries I approach, and so may it be...
The morning house was dark that day,
the bedroom rank with fear...
A single raindrop
disrupts calm waters...
On the waterway,
a white heron observes clouds...
My ears are deafened by slurring words
that try to form inside your mouth...