Two hands are knitting time
perpetually...

These forlorn daffodils
talk about the whiteness of your bones...

The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said...

Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...

So much passion altering from feeling to...
measuring the seas with the concavities of rugged...

The rainbows bridge
from the branches of your appetence...

Oscillation means equilibrium
between stillness movement...

He said, "Leave me alone.
Can’t you see I am a cripple now...

We are born,
to live for a while...

Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

This abolition of facts
gradually grows on me...

This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...