Four shadows in light,
triads fold to squares in dusk...

Time is spiral yet
without a history it's...

Garden is the taste of honey.
Garden is a symphony...

To each individual,
every index, other than their own...

You stereotype
when you fixate only on traits...

Each god stands as the antipode to its servants—
a reflection inverted...

Just in your eyes
is the safe haven...

The word
Like a genre or species...

For all time,
the rain was pouring—yet I stayed dry...

Parallels:
creator and createe...

I am the poet of the true reality—
not the shared dream, communal illusion...

If I have come in dress thou hast garmented for...
I would have found thy garment, not thee...