"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...

It bears Four secret names.
Three appear...

From nothing to everything
we are...

It is utterly futile
to argue with yourself...

I am the fire!
Thus...

Before the game of gamble, starts
it is already paid for...

Dark hair
white teeth...

All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...

I am Poetry,
the first wound of silence...

Sometimes, in the getaway of how
You've become a hero...

I was invited to a painting class. I confessed I...
Those inflamed lights...

I apologise to the God of poetry
that I wasn’t writhing for the right reasons all...