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...
I made it to the end of the tunnel, and there was...
There was just me and a recurring dream of losing...
And the lover cried out—
I burned my youth...
In the throat of an hourglass,
all tilts, all turns...
I dream of you
in the moan of violins...
Shining Star
I always wanted to be a shining star...
I live at point zero,
where no idols rise from belief...
An artist creates
only in the presence of light...
The mason asked to the stone:
No matter how much I throw you...