In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...
Blowing the figures
in the figureless boulders...
Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...
God is dead
God is a star so far that it is...
You did not see the father’s big soul.
You did not see God from the keyhole...
I live in a vessel
But I'm not my home...
You know this stranger,
don't you...
In the sweetest sway; in the blurry line between
the dreamscape and the disembodied reality...
The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...
Give me your hand and I will pour
Soul, splashing into you...
A tree cut down is a
a child chopped...
The room has walls lined with wallpaper that is...
dark rust...