The mediocre truth:
There is no truth but...

In the absolute pitch of trustless dark
I found the touch of your fingers...

Thus said Hallaj to God:
These are thy children who are gathered here for...

Please goodness if you exist out there.
give me some hint show me some twinkles...

This scrap of dirt
this portion of earth...

I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...

About an hour passed
in the arms of silence...

In this glass menagerie
woeful and laughing veils...

I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...

You don’t realize
how much illusion lives...

These clock's hands
like the uneven oars of...

Did the wound exist
as an appetency...