We sculpt.
We seek perfection...

Tail of dog diving
in the blue water, head of...

Those who stand for truth,
become the truth itself...

In the glass of self,
no face remains, only wind...

In the void’s still eye,
zero hums with everything...

I am God’s dreaming,
and God is the dream I am...

Fragrances,
the decalcomania of elegant flowers...

I have seen THE horror
of a place where truth does not exist...

We dream without me and you,
gasping the fragile air...

Me—
the meadow of the night...

To Those Who Still Guard a Soul
Loneliness is a shrine...

In the name of the first warriors,
the keepers of earth’s first truth...