I catch the sadness
of gray woods. Stone by...

I take me,
in the whirlpool of bridges...

Leaning against the shadow
of self, starting the...

Moon in dying
on the icy bridge...

The ambrosial ending
of the day. I was not sure...

It was not mental,
when you said...

A wine taster was
ready to begin the birth...

On the mount
a broad-leaved tree was preparing...

In praise of body
like a bow...

In moments of hubris,
of artificial hip...

A mentalist does not feel
secure, when you start...

Wearing raw beef,
speaking Buddha...