Oh, how fragile are the soundless beauties,
Blemish brambles...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

We immerse in on another
We drown in one another's thirsts...

Idiot: " Come on, look into my glasses
and see how clear the world would turn...

Why does everything come with its matching wing?
understanding is another version of satisfaction...

Do you remember our dawn
where awareness first...

They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...

Hey little bird, hey little bird,
are you as hurt as my heart...

The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...

To the love of "Orson Welles"
Let me die for what is right...

Without a conscience
there is no consciousness of beauty...

Silence isn't voiceless
it's the very existence...