Fire!
the collapse of the matter...

The audio of this...

Sometimes an embrace
is cozier...

- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...

We live in time
and die...

Like a sponge that soaks
our share of moist...

The horizon is glorious—
unbroken, when your beauty...

I dream of you
in jazz...

Time spills from my hands,
slipping through the slits of fingers...

Watch the mirage of
your question in the distance...