Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent beautiful blooms...

There is just personal death
and collective continuum...

The tranquility
in between cats and fishes...

I'm your opposite,
not your foe—for the flip side...

Seeker:
_Master! teach me you...

No one comes to see my garden,
to sit...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

They pet wolves like lambs
out of cowardice, and then...

What have we become
how palpable...

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

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

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