Inner and outer —
without both, no bird takes flight...

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 obvious is always visible,
yet vision is personal...

I once saw a blackbird
carry me to the white firmament...

I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...

Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...

A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one...

Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder...

In our love,
the universe continues...

I genuinely asked:
if separation is good...