My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...
Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...
In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...
Blowing the figures
in the figureless boulders...
Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...
God is dead
God is a star so far that it is...
You did not see the father’s big soul.
You did not see God from the keyhole...
In a kiss two souls
wake up the sleeping beauty...
Loneliness is a
distance that could never be...
They are pages
that time...
If you are truthful
you are everyone...
What we are born in them as identities
are never as shameful as...