How come is your absence more present than your...
How come world is suddenly this empty...

To be or not to be,
the throat of an hourglass...

What if we won’t wake
for we are fugitives of...

To camouflage their
smeared hands they deliquesce in...

Wheel marks
on the mirage...

Sounds vibrate to silence,
waves to stillness...

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...

Tell me how have these
lilies learned geometry...

A limitation
isn't disposed to eclipse its...

Distance and love are opposite,
space and hearts...

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