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...

Amongst the gasps of an accordion
we were dancing...