If I stay or If I go
If I run or If I walk...
The stars
in the night sky...
Can you feel it building?
Are you starting to get hot...
In the shelter of my mind
through the window of my eyes...
I guess you called up Dante
you seem to know him well...
Every poem is precious
because every poem is a delicate flower...
I'll Return to Mother Earth
toil my hands within her roots...
forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch...
Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...
I have found a
place to call...
Christmas is the only time of year
he comes and visits me...
The truth is...
a key on my keyboard...