We speak in wavelengths
only time can translate...

Only fresh air is beloved.
She loves...

Wood searches for light—
whether in the sky...

A bloom
is a testament to fire...

A taint of red rose
illuminates...

They were stone
before they found divinity within...

Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...

The sore of aloneness intensified,
melting en masse...

It is utterly futile
to argue with yourself...

The twins of emulation
improvise their slithering stalk...

Safeguard your beauty,
not in the mask you wear...

Love me
just for this fleeting breath...