Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...

Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...

Long are the days
of hapless persons...

The space you left kills.
The sound of wind...

My eyes can no longer embrace
staring at the vividness of this...

A paper boat that trembles
above deep waters...

Who said the sun sips
from the east...

Shards of shards
that split like dust in the corner...

Another tedious night has arrived
as I survived a new day...

I am voiceless
in your pioneering mind...

I let you, all leaves, fall.
I refill the cuts...

I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning...