All audiences are shadows—
save the one...

They would not let God
into His own house...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...

Each figure is silence
shrivelled...

Speechless is the word.
Poetry is too loud...

You are so fine—
the universe holds its breath...

Things in essence are
the same though interpreted...

Two effulgent lips,
two effusing silhouettes...

How lonely is the flame
that burns for its own fire...

Look, isn't it fairer
where I am the only one...

Woods are born to burn
It is the trees burning to...