I dream of you
in jazz...

hear the duet of
your question and the silence...

No one is behind these closed doors.
There are no birthday parties...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...

The memory of oceans
lingers in her eyes...

From nothing to everything
we are...

Don John: " Only poets beside warriors get the...

I have been kept a prisoner,
a prisoner of being alive...

I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...

Am I a gem wrapped in cotton balls,
or a worm, inside the flesh of an apple...

Every meaning is there
amid meaninglessness...

Those who've beavered hard
to brush me away by their brooms...