all day she sleeps
but at night she leaps...
The reason we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...
We were skipping
stones across a gilded lake...
Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...
I used to think you were the
marble pillars at the...
Sorrow can only
Hold on here if you...
You wear fangs
to kiss me...
The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...
Pocketed acorns rattle
within clothing hung...
Who I was and who I am
is not who I am going to be...
True Lies (Vingt et Un)
Every poem has a kernel...
O blooms
my eyes could hardly hold on to you now...