Always seeking light
while sorely learning only...

They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

like waves
on the faraway shores of soft sands...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

I emerge from you
every morning just to be...

The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...

You complete me so
because I am nothing and...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

Corroding in sinews,
blooming in soul...

Life is a line, curve, something of a design
in a crystal ball...