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

Annihilation of proportions,
zero before the count...

No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

Blankness of canvases and silence of guitars
are pouring over horizons...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

To each individual,
every index, other than their own...

Only fresh air is beloved.
She loves...

All the next puppies are going to be
as adorable as the one you lost...

Between now and then
there is a ripple, a valley...

I am still drawing back the bow
of the arrow...

Like a dancer—
her dress twirling...