The golden farms are
collective consciousness of...
What was it that you said, when
we both felt the ashes on our faces...
Rain drip-drops on my skiN
Umbrella is broken, hellO...
You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...
I feel
like music notes are listened to by just reading...
The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...
"So many bubbles!" Says the child,
As grandpa holds the wand in front of a fan...
Cotton under your finger tip,
The way it tries, but cannot grip...
Visceral suffering is felt on every plane of...
Beyond space and time, condensed into form...
my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...
Our love is just like time
It's never standing still...
I inhale you and exhale myself
I do love you and I do not...