Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon...

If there is a promise to make
it is to the truth...

Such a strange affair
in between here and there...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

Thus said Hallaj to God:
These are thy children who are gathered here for...

Two white doves are making love
like for ever...

Come to your true self
to defend truth and justice...

They make those fences
out of their fangs, the goads of...

Everything would end.
Why we are able to live...

Why must we always
put on an act in order...

Words are anxious and lost
before settling in meaning...

It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...