As shining tears slowly form in my eyes
a hand is placed lovingly on my arm...
All is lost...
I'm going down with the sinking ship...
** A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase...
forward or backward...
Broken Hearts don't mend
Little heart tucked up at left...
Angels' tears
mix with forbidden...
It creaks from age
Old wood worn thin...
if only i could sum it up
into a sentence or two...
Silence is sovereign.
All sound bows...
I. Sutra of Measure
We believe in distance...
The observer and the observed are the same,
yet that sameness cannot be observed...
Why does this wound
never close, never heal...
What have we become?
How loud, how long, how lost, how numb...