To be here,
To listen...

On the cash you say
"In God we trust" though the cash...

If I ask you what the colour of your eyes is
you would say blue...

In the dusk
on the pivoting toes of...

Have you ever drunk from the goblet of yourself?
Have you ever distinguished...

We are old news, expired
before we even began...

Mirrors shy away when I look at me
I think in me one could never...

There's the cage of those
who lack reason, and those who're...

I and my odes
are never alone...

The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...

My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...

Is understanding, as ruthless as it is,
another version of satisfaction...