There is a place, where the sea greets the land
where white bubbled water, washes golden sand...
Like images held in an hourglass,
each night I sleep in a capsule of time...
Sometimes I prefer
the shady fissures...
Scribbling...
Apple
is gravity...
I am a vivacious woman,
side by side of being a...
Betrayal,
A monochromatic rose...
To others we do
things that blueprint everything...
In the even scales
of fangs there are no justness...
I woke before the sun
rose, before coffee brewed...
You know this stranger,
don't you...
Now is nothing
And everything...