Is transparency God, or a soul,
something all the clear things share...
Space exists till we've
borders. Time exists till we...
last monday I read a story about a girl running...
and all night I worried about you taking off...
Let water, trickling from rooftops
Stoop to cup your cheeks...
a date was set
the Day went out...
it’s the sound of
tin under muffled...
The irony in the life’s enthusiasm
is the cocoon of caterpillars’ transmutation...
An unbitten apple
is the apple that is dined by its own worms...
Following a winding path up a hill...
at bedtime
my eyelids...
Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...
It is everywhere
though we must dig deep inside...