My worth
Is not held...
Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...
Each figure is silence
shrivelled...
On the fringes of awareness is where greatness...
Many great moments of inspiration are quickly lost...
speech of a term is speech of a speech
speech is speech of a speech...
Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...
We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...
How my soul could learn
right from wrong if it isn't me...
Everlasting is
finding endlessness in the...
Space…space is control.
The limits to no other...
Hero is a woman who has been bitten,
raped, convoluted in her loss of dignity...
Right there
garden unfurls itself...