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...
The interstellar
reticence, becomes the...
When the time faults, it
becomes metaphysical for me...