Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death...
The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about...
In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to...
Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding...
You are in
anaphylaxis. A prayer...
I dream to you.
You were moving like a space...
The troubled mind
seeks boundless words...
Butterflies stroke the
velvet fur of gardens while...
You teach me to
cry for the lost future after...
Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon...
A crowd of clones
was picking up sleeveless...
Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't...