Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

Should I say it?
Should I...

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

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

In the meadows, winds call your name;
listen to them clearly as trees rustle their...

Ah dirty lamp, I found you on the ground
At the city of gold...

Grant me another place to fall
other than these stacks of needles...

I'm letting go of the helium tank.
Out of this gas, I call love...

Poetry, you were but specks of dust underneath the...
crumbles of cookie Oreo next to my touch pad...

Acclimatize my house of reason, dear Jesus.
These seasons are treasons of an evil beacon...

Anchor me to you like in a boat going fishing
Let me drown in jealousy within the profundities...

I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow...