The deer passed
through the thin air of distance...

She wanted to make a documentary
about a clown...

When all the bubbles burst,
in far-off islands...

It is not faith
that casts the spell...

Look
how inflated I am...

There is a desert between our lips
that cannot be satiated by all the mirages of...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...

War begins
the moment...

Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...

Safeguard your beauty,
not in the mask you wear...

(for Ben Picard)
We no longer learn from one another...

These forlorn daffodils
talk about the whiteness of your bones...