Beauty shines
in the crystals of your eyes...
I did a bad thing
I thought I covered it right...
God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...
A cup of tea is easy to make
A couple of minutes is all that it takes...
I have now learnt from long ago
That it does no good to complain...
I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...
Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...
Only kids feel the suffocation,
adults are already suffocated...
Listen to the beat of the drums
That echo seductively as she dances...
Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...
She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...
I journey beyond
the edges of sound...