A trance of musical beauty
created by the one of contrast...

A circle unknown to Dante
Surpasses both paradise and inferno...

Syringe,
stuck in the arm...

Alone
Fighting despair...

A woman
Beautiful, successful...

Ode to the fan
that kept me cool...

A final reflection
Into the ripples of time...

The anonymous
lurking around the streets...

Walking down a crippled road,
he encounters a fiendish being...

Oh dancing willow,
enlighten me with thy weeps...

Mirror mirror...why doth thou deceive me,
why art ones reflection so cruel...

I guard my post with my head hanging
in the crevasse of my arms...