Right or wrong,
high or low...

As we lean into the future,
the past unfurls behind us...

It was a small garden lane of being,
a stem upon...

~~I wrote a sonnet at first, but I changed it.~~
No mask can veil the truth we trace...

The Inquisition burned the scientist
to prove their God...

Let me be indebted
to my depth...

I hope you are ready
for the death you made of me...

I asked: Where could I live?
He said: Between the mirror profiles...

Surviving the night,
the new blossom has no choice...

After the night,
and after the sight...

Our childhood fades, its dream undone,
and wonder hides from everyone...

The unknown is always
guarded by senseless meaning...