My heart
grave and verdant...

My heart
not so stupid anymore...

Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket...

Worn and woven,
this face he paints...

In the narrow seas that part
from within the wearied vessels of my...

For how long would a boat be tossed into the
ocean before it settles on a tender destination...

I'm half a legend, when I read me, through your...
and half a breeze when I'm called with your voice...

Disintegrate! as I expose
your figurative panels, to...

I'm choking on dust;
the fine particles...

Having no else present,
but that which makes all else visible...

For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...

As doubt rushed me over,
you watched the last piece...