Was there any
time space to recuperate...
Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils...
Endogamy.
Don't hear much...
A daffodil needed to display
Its beautiful petals of gold...
In first particles of universe,
was there a beginning...
Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes...
Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't...
Rain sounds soothing but
Nature's orchestra will play...
The genesis of
incredible, from moon to...
Even light will not
find your black hole, beyond...
I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas...
Whose woods these are I cannot say,
Their laughter rings from far away...