O honesty
the all mighty God...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...

Is it in the accuracy of sensibility
that patterns come to the sense...

I love all the curves of this world
But I rather to be straight like an arrow...

The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...

We photograph a flower
paint it, versify it, turn it to a piece of art...

Audio...

What have we become
how palpable...

- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...

Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...