O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...
The odio...
revised a little...
Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...
The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...
liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...
We might be just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of ladybug wings...
He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...
The most splendid song of despair
that I have ever sung...
She was crying
like I could never stop her...
There are the freeze bees
Teasing me to sneeze...
To be here,
To listen...
It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...