The world is a juggernaut
of defloration and desolation...

And along the way,
remember...

It's getting worse in such a delicious way,
sitting across from you at the picnic table...

What do you do
when your thoughts are all gone...

I wonder about
the colour of thought...

When it all turns gray
and you search in vain...

I remember
standing in my lawn...

The road is 2,000 years long
and life is as endless...

Awake in the night
reaching out for you...

The kitten and the child
playing, romping, running wild...

Black bone trees shiver
emptiness blows on the wind...

PROVERB VIII
There are...