What would you say?
if I shed my identity...
The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...
Selene, the goddess of
the moon, promises...
You wanted to be covered
with dahlias, unmeasuring...
The fractured core,
a broken faith, there was...
like a fighter jet
view of the desert lagoon...
Why do I part with
my grief, my poems...
Centrality suffers.
A poem...
Sounds and color collide - unifying
Particles interacting, uplifting molecules...
Do not measure zany,
yourself. When did you become...
After finding the pulse,
you become a man-eater...
My Robin red I now see you,
On barren branch you neatly flew...