I left you
to stay with you...

Beside these forlorn shades,
there are no realities to my existence...

In the metamorphosis of formation
shapes ache to attend to their final cause...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

I called—
but nothing answered...

Pots
brewing on the burners of these corroded...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...

You run upon the lavas of all your fears,
though...

No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...

Later is solely
the perspective of wheel marks...

Buzz!
This was...

The loneliest tree
in the citrus garden is...