his fan blows
the artist...
the hammer
nailed the toe...
my mirror
mirrors me...
in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...
an invasion of
loaded questions...
In the beloved
eyes Just beauty lasts. Flesh is...
A soft deer cut in
barbwires of hyena's fangs...
Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...
It is everywhere
though we must dig deep inside...
I lack the concentration
to transfer the information...
It isn’t the same, the
house of today, but I still...
This very moment
is everything we have for...