Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon...

Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...

Crucifixion,
shapes, squares, angles, planes...

Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...

Have you ever drunk
from the goblet of yourself...

"God is dead "*
That’s why we are here so tragically lonely...

I am
like a buried faithful seed...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...

Grace is a sublime state of consciousness
when the pebbles are eroded and round...

I‘ve never seen roads
this tearful...

The mockery of this world
is the burning to teach to one who knows...

Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...