Tears fall
not like a river...

Opaqueness
is an illusion that allows...

Before the waves and waves of tribes
crested and splashed against the emerald shores of...

We
have a...

Sometimes I wonder
if I'm nothing more than...

Why the world's treasure
is plundered by dark, the thunder...

In the sunbeams
where I used to glimpse God...

What a lovely painting
gold thrown so sensual...

Prickly soft needles lend a pungent smell,
Giving lightly under feet that know the softness...

So to avoid the sin of self-awareness
let's all pretend to humor our pretense...

Brambles crossed and brushed the
trees...

A valley empty, cold and dead
the winter keeps its frigid bed...