This loneliness is
so boundless because we're all...

O my swords
dost not dare to even glance at them...

Amongst the stretch and squeeze of the accordion
she and I...

Nothing exists as absolute,
in hardcore reality...

There is an end to me and you,
but not to us...

This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

The lady was passing
so sparkling in dazzle...

This scrap of dirt
this portion of earth...

In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...

I know you all by now
must have seen how vulnerable I am...

I don’t care if you believe in God or not.
But those who anonymously “know” God...

I and my odes
are never alone...