The small man,
the hollow man...

My victory is no brighter here
than Cinderella’s in her stepmother’s eyes...

Would you be sated with a single sip
when your thirst is vaster than oceans...

Let me weep in this embrace—
if any embrace...

The loops unroll,
each birthing another...

I dream of you
in the moan of violins...

I know—
everything I see...

You don't even know
why you need one if you lack...

What sets beings apart from otherwise
is now...

The past and future—
a constant clash of inexistence and existence...

What is more exalting than a good rest
after a good hard day of work...

There are many things
not worth listening to...