Breeze,
the cool bed-sheet of white dreams...

The black man Jazzes
and fire...

Was I ever P like a penguin, living in icy...
or free like the D...

God is the basic good,
The rest, one, has to learn alone...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

You are so quiet
but your silence is quite loud...

Is transparency a soul,
something all the clear things share...

Black man sings:
Compering to the way you moving your booty my baby...

The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...

You are a star shining brilliantly
far away in sky...

Life is a guitarist
who has never owned a guitar...

A samurai's sword
slays the inner foes before...