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

A poem is the
iteration of every...

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

The war of good and evil
is the battle of beauty and ugliness...

You're incurable
because you are the very...

Fleeing from herself
the giddy kitten of clock...

How lonely is our
togetherness in compare...

The space is as the result of
our disunion...

How many worms have you cooped up
in the beaks of your wide kisses...

You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...

Just through the cadence
of withering these flowers...

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