We are old news, expired
before we even began...

Before reaching the end,
life placed you before me...

You were a star,
shining brilliantly...

A samurai defends himself
when outnumbered...

You, my creation, my art,
you...

Deserts are the earth’s thirst—
for you...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...

The Lambs!
Serrated crowns of pain...

Your voice
makes me cave deep, deep into my heart...

Thus Said a Child in Gaza::
I love...

In the abyss
That neither God nor fire did exist...

Where the loneliness of each star
is as vast as all the skies...