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

Let me be empty and still
but full of longing...

I am voiceless
in your pioneering mind...

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

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

Your winter gust is a firestorm
that burns the chambers of my heart...

A paper boat that trembles
above deep waters...

Long are the days
of hapless persons...

The clouds
made no art to the sky today...

We were effervescent and young
before stagnancy took over...

Did it embrace your bruises
did it enfold your numb soul...

I allow you to bruise me
like an abstract painting...