In any second our wings portion death and life.
We are equals as we are together...

The hyenas' heinous hunts of fawns,
the gory glory sacrifice of lambs...

As much as personal, love
is also impersonal...

pictures,
the cliché of memories...

When loud, God is mute
When we turn silent though God...

A poem is the
iteration of every...

I don't believe in
any religion because...

A stream forever
crosses enclosed by the two...

Something immeasurable and dissonant
still soft and sensual...

Whatever we decide and do
forever would change and alter the world...

There are no impediments
in the nature of true minds...

I always carried my death, living.
My memories all were...