I will dance before You, O Lord,
Not with the steps of men...
It is not faith
that casts the spell...
A samurai strikes
from the pivot point...
I press my nose to a
window sill, kissing nature...
locking myself in
for the second time felt like...
Accreditation is not desired nor sought,
Creative images fade in whisps of memory...
I like to think
that he walks me still...
A star burns, flickers
within the fractures of these faces...
If loneliness were a flower,
it would be the most blossomed bloom in the...