Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...
Do I reminisce,
or is this only one of...
Such a strange affair,
between here and there...
Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...
I’m trying to find my balance,
trying to understand what I need is not...
Where the sea parts,
I'm walking away from those shores...
If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...
Don't let betrayals
steal your belief in entire...
The Order Of Joy (Tanka)
Cinnamon flavored...
I was ready to share
all my soul with you...
Time is spiral film
a reel...
In the swirl of eternity,
right at the throat of an hourglass...