Look
White doves...

To be here,
To listen...

I inhale you and exhale myself
I do love you and I do not...

The entire world
is whitened from within...

Where is that kind home,
softly known...

When you are full of feathers,
full of flight...

We live together though
we die separately...

Moments,
soaked and swollen...

You were a star,
shining brilliantly...

Forcing would surely
subdue these ethereal...

Time is spiral like a record
and now is the needle...

Ignorance—darkness—
is bliss for the underworld creatures...