Not in the towns of the sun
where people chatter and constellate...
Clouds-
taller than these eyes can envision...
I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...
cruelest fate – we dance our waltz,
alternating the lead and the other...
We lived in a jungle
when I was a child...
I know that people aren't burdens
but I'm feeling burdensome...
...
The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...
I never realised I was desolate
Never thought I felt alone...
A schoolhouse sitting like a graveyard
Of abandoned ambitions can be seen...
September rains have arrived
biting their tongues...
Sometimes it is
Hard to find the...