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...

We teach presence
to fear the bewilderment of after...

Woods are born to burn
They like moth...

A fruit basket in a still-life
forever...

When the truth is due
though your voice turns skew...

A dandelion was yielding to its yawn
on the fluffy mattress of sunshine...