Although late at night
I don't mind the commotion...
Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit...
Cicadas thrum,
their golden net a hammock for memories of summer...
All night you were
talking to moon in dance...
An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...
Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke...
Bored of earth limits
The boat took off from water...
Your feet had
turned stones. The return...
Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps...
Don't pick smoked
words. Drink milk of moon...
I was tired of
repeating mantras for...
Undivided pain?
we will share in the...