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

Me and an ant looked
at each other, recognized...

Butterflies stroke the
velvet fur of gardens while...

Living is not to learn
but it is to return...

When I saw you for the first time.
I knew then...

I think therefore you are!
You are, therefore I am...

Time, is as arbitrary as perspective,
the spatial vision...

They just see perspective
for their attention is conditioned...

Go on and forget about me.
Forget that I have ever lived...

Hand and guitar,
the corresponding frolics in the mirror...

In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...

Did the wound exist
as an appetency...