I once saw a blackbird
carry me to the white firmament...
They were stone
before they found divinity within...
Nothing definite is definitely definite—
things are only relatively so...
I thought life would end
in the carve of this lust...
An hour passed,
pausing time...
A sunset by the water,
something we don't see often...
In the weight of all they say,
they reach weightlessness...
The rose wilted the night before you returned
from the depths of the ocean...
Before reaching the end,
life placed you before me...
It is utterly futile
to argue with yourself...
Our meeting for me was chance,
while the world wrapped itself in the soft cheer...
The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...