Is it a wander that I don't feel anything but...
I wonder...
They border us to make us fight.
When we are separated...
What if I write a sonnet just for you?
You’ll get the extra credit you so need...
You can not predict the future
But if it is God-ordained...
A mid-phase moon
is a sand machine...
Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...
Time is spiral like a record
and now is the needle...
He noticed
nobody listens...
Everything ends
everything...
you are like the stirring waters of the sea,
salt-wind licks your hair and tousles it in...
Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...
The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...