To escape death,
there is no choice but to live...

Do you remember our panting in an aquarium,
all wet and sweaty...

He brushed me off with his eyelashes and said,
"You are an idiot—you know nothing...

The horizon is glorious—
unbroken, when your beauty...

You, only you
not others...

I shun all stain, all mark of mortal dust,
Except the trace that bears the sign of you...

They barked, “You do not fit, don’t tag along!
Be gone, you beast! Your kind is not our kin...

Veil lifts in twilight—
gypsys dance reddening in...

Feel the losers’ pain,
it will soften your own loss...

What wounds you inflict upon this heart—
yet you do not know...

Have you ever drunk
from the goblet of yourself...

An Old Poem
After forty-eight hours...