The adamantine intent of a warrior
is...

The hourglass narrows—
time’s throat swallows lies...

In age my pains
have increased...

Everything would end
everything my dear, that is why...

Each god stands as the antipode to its servants—
a reflection inverted...

Tick-tock, tick-tock she tiptoe walked
towards my door...

Flare of candlelight,
briefly cuts the velvet night...

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Just a morning dew can wrap its arm around an...

All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest...

Nurses see only
old lesions but for patients...

Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...

Only in chains
does freedom begin...