I am not after winning—
I seek the flame of truth...

He
brushed me off...

Is a real performer to perform in real life?
Are all of these acts...

Is it in the accuracy of sensibility
that patterns come to the sense...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes
from forgotten languages of dreams...

Whiteness in my heart
I roll from the snow fall to...

Dark hair
white teeth...

I once saw a blackbird
carry me to the white firmament...

Denzel Washington smiles.
Now the white is more radiant...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

It makes no sense:
Who does play the music...

Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...