A mentalist does not feel
secure, when you start...
Secret Or Truth
It was believed that human beings...
The fat moon
rises, when the bland earth...
In moments of hubris,
of artificial hip...
Bright beacons beckon
Anchors in the endless night...
In praise of body
like a bow...
I am not going to touch
the meaning...
Irritation becomes
vexing to Iris's...
On the mount
a broad-leaved tree was preparing...
A wine taster was
ready to begin the birth...
I love the sound of birds
so early in the morn...
It was not mental,
when you said...