Within a darkness, beyond the sea
my friend and I, dog makes three...
Who he lights the lamp of your smiles
occasionally...
Life ends where it begins.
Perfection is a zero in motion...
Ever wondered, who would care,
if one’s life was taken...
you swallow your breath as
thunder bleeds onto the...
you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...
Between that time and this
there has been always now...
Space is the separation
from us...
Life is somewhere between the length of hyenas...
and the sweet tweet of nightingales...
Carousels
in the carnival of your eyes...
thoughts stripped bare by a callous salt-wind
break the resin i casted your elegy in...
If tomorrow I am gone by morning
Like the moon does every now and then...