Wood searches for light—
whether in the sky...
To escape death,
there is no choice but to live...
am original song in they and soul mind body and...
we sponge off the media we must look at things...
A bloom
is a testament to fire...
A taint of red rose
illuminates...
He brushed me off with his eyelashes and said,
"You are an idiot—you know nothing...
The obvious is always visible,
yet vision is personal...
They say what I do is a dream,
an ideal world I live in, it seems...
What the flowers need
The flowers need the rain...
Why does the neckless
demand the finest necklaces...
I once saw a blackbird
carry me to the white firmament...
They were stone
before they found divinity within...