There was always me loving you
no past, no future...

It was in the black and white of his magic
that all my childhood turned into the colour...

(old one)
They conspired against songs...

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

The nightmare
is that nobody is out there...

Do you remember
in cold winters...

Sunset, sunrise
an opulent pair of bloodshot cherries...

There are transparent fossils,
the fossils of voices...

I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...

Sorrow,
soaked and swollen...

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

She puts the knife on the lamb’s throat
but seeing the innocent lamb in the eyes...