Shall I return to fading scribes of old?
That once with each a turn and covered page...

If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me...

(I)
Though man with plenty whom proclaim your love...

Confession, me? Could I repent my time
And weary be, my pupils then to see...

Once, after the longest day of numeric chatter, to...
I find solace in a cushioned air-loom of silver...

If love has us entwined, then let be three;
And of our genes we splice, proportion you...

Before your ever blackness comes, let know:
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath...

Scouring walls
sanding hands...

Of nature's pairing hearts that love renowned
shall I compare the depths of those duets...

(I)
What miserable virus plagues ourselves...

(I)
Our precious months have none for charity...

If truest sleep shall take my love aloft
as brittle fate appears to favor course...