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...

All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l...

Time is a railway.
Now is the very trains that...

The reason that we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...

The freedom's catch is
that we can't ever be free...

When you look at your watch
you...