No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

Come on baby what are you doing to me, thus to us?
I am a person not a commodity that you can replace...

The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...

The awe
of wrinkles...

Thus said a boy ingrown and callow
to his mother...

A pussycat jumped over the moon
soon she realized the moon was nothing...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...

An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

All the night
sea...

From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

In absolute darkness I saw you
like a shining object...