To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick...

Humanity is
the experiences of...

If I ask you what the colour of your eyes is
you would say blue...

I love the night's heart
when you must dig hard inside...

He did not find her
anywhere for he was so...

Blackamoor singing
and his teeth brighten the room...

"The second E"
I swim in all the oceans...

Look how the moth swapped
its withered yellow wings with...

Days are withering in vain
corroding like my chain...

She cried for a little gingerbread
because its arm was missing...

I walk on the street of this town
unadorned and unfashioned...

A pebble falls in the clear pond.
Corrosion withers when I look into your mirror...