On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...
The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...
We were effervescent and young
before stagnancy took over...
Ceramic tea bowl -
It had broken in the storm...
pull the gauze off your palms
and let the blood express the thoughts...
I never imagine that some kind of physical pain
could make me feel like an old turtle...
Without shedding tears
my soul would not wear a dress...
knock-knocking
on my wooden door...
Even my blankest
pages speak...
fleeing shadow is afraid of loneliness
looking for heat...
I had a vision of a blue mountain
with wings at the bottom...
I go to a place where
dreams criss cross...