Magicians rule with fear and lies,
but truth remains beneath disguise...

Only in chains
does freedom begin...

All audiences are shadows—
save the one...

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

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

Always within you,
is watching you...

It is not faith
that casts the spell...

Each time you turn from what is true,
not with a scream...

Why is loneliness
so crowded...

Oh yes,
it’s always a good pitch that does it...

Parallels,
creator and createe...

The hours—
they are pilgrims of solitude...