It was otherness which bothered me:
nothing happened otherwise...
Sun rays lit them up.
Sparkling little drops of rain...
On the road
negotiating a midnight blue...
Down the grassy knoll
ewes trot to a low lush field...
An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries...
The decline is steep and fast
Life groans...
That photosynthesis
Running through my skin...
Gold butterfly wings
great pleasure to human brings...
For a desolatory trident
I was feeding my anger...
I'd soon slumber 'neath stars,
Basking within the ambiance of the moon...
See how the bay brushes against the grains of...
Granting the world serenity with its delightful...
A person who thinks
they know what their heart believes...