Tell me how have these
lilies learned geometry...

No one could hear us.
We are so quiet yet our...

This moment is all
there is and ever will be...

The space is as the result of
our disunion...

Everything is hollow without you
being with me...

This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...

I am
a pendulum...

They think they do not like me.
They doubt of my goodness to be...

There was always me loving you
no past, no future...

In the even scales
of fangs there are no justness...

In twilight
on the turning toe of...

It was raining.
Wind was straining...