What wounds you inflict upon this heart—
yet you do not know...

Dewdrops
falling...

Feel the losers’ pain,
it will soften your own loss...

Time, is as arbitrary as perspective,
the spatial vision...

The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...

This fleshy ripen dome of fervor,
this bundle of rainbow and nectar...

Time is heartless but
its claws are not as lengthened...

To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...

To be her Lover
you must rediscover...

I am from an ocean beyond your eyes,
_ that is why your eyes are beckoning me...

_Why does the dead fish still poke on the unbitten...
years after, where the bait and the fish himself...

Did you know,
the whole world is an exhibition...