Murdered in blossom time -
yesterday I lived, now my hearts bleeds...

A cavernous emotion...

Poetry becomes
us when we swallow the whole...

Sitting on the loo...

o o o o o o
lady zephyr flew...

Eons of subtle
Variations...

Breaking skin
And revealing...

.
fingers select notes...

...

Upon a rock we once revolved
Self-appointed pious souls...

Damaged silky strands
rewoven day after day...

Cafe of contemplation
Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools...