Miranda:
talk to your restive soul...

Listening to a gleaming
word whole life...

It was the presence.
Somewhere magnolias...

After self-immolation,
what has been left with me...

Mind remains occupied
after repeat proxy...

It was very transparent
death of the shadow...

It was there all the time
the core fear, my inadequacy...

There was an endless war
between you and me O god...

What happened? I would
ask the realness...

December moon
and you, not to blink for a...

Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has...

Unthinkable.
Lithograph of a malaise...