The memory of oceans
lingers in her eyes...

I don’t know
why I am nobody...

Wolves bare silver fangs,
thorn-stems of the crescent moon...

What a hugless night!
Such infectious cruelty...

Born to break my breath,
life contradicts life always...

I breathe not just to live, but to undo
the shape this world has forged in bone and...

I dream of myself,
for that is where...

It was THE song that reminded me
that I was equal to a stem of wheat...

Wood searches for light—
whether in the sky...

They're dry and dead
these fake flowers...

Between my heart
and heart of the oceans...

They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...