We keep on going
for we are not really...

Ephemeral things
are burning so, in search of...

Time is the throb of
our questions in the silence...

You must want something
really hard to become...

That tree isn't lonely
because sun rays upon it...

I am always living
the horror of tomatoes...

The tail of a dog
diving in water...

Butterflies hover
over blooms while blooms hover...

Darkness like mirrors
echoes all our intentions...

_Why must we achieve timelessness through time?
_ For the essence is torn...

Everything goes with
the flows, but the echo of...

Behind the curtains
of death, distance, and desire...