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

To be or not to be,
the throat of an hourglass...

All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...

Do be do be do
A mad man sang I am he...

Rescuing sculptures
from the rugged boulders is...

These rivers of cries are endless
because oceans are connected...

They crucify you
upon the uneven scales...

Trapped in the body of a snake
driving a car in the country road...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

Flow means this moment.
Now flows like a candle light...

The river remains
constantly there because she...

Woods are born to burn
They like moth...