When you are not near,
I miss you as much as I miss the clouds on a...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

It seems the oceans where I swim
have opened up to me...

The ocean
waves hello's...

A constant poetical struggle
is to stroll through barren, forsaken stations...

It's not a day or a night that I would like,
Or an afternoon or a midnight that I would prefer...

Oh What monstrous natural deformity are you...
Who with uttered words wallows me in seas of...

Like leaves in oaks, I'll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall...

Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...

Every night,
I swam in waves of dreams...

Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...