people only type
in contrasts...
Winter is coming
Such war, sex, deceit, much death...
Because , I was poor
I starved and struggled...
Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...
Lady of the Lines (haibun)
In a South Peruvian desert, leaving no codex...
Mandela (Trois-par-Huit)
Suspicion...
The yoke
of cause and effect...
here
we are...
There is not much with strength nor breath
Or beauty which is within our clasp...
.
how...
Captive
confined imprisoned...
My eyes flutter close and I dream of nothing.
I see only the emptiness that lies behind my eyes...