Darkness
Reveal the light...
Look how the moth swapped
its withered yellow wings with...
Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...
Let’s start again
by writing a poem a day...
She sat on the edge
of the frame...
The crucifixion of these geometrical shapes
in the air...
When you have known true fear,
When you have felt true pain...
In darkness we can often be found
crying inside but making no sound...
Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...
she emulated a woman's structure
waist, small...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
the silk it soothes
it flows it moves...