Don't fritter away an entire winter
staring out of your pensive window...

Rummaging through the ruins,
I recover you, lifeless...

Every room in Aunt Kelly's home
is a regular hexahedron...

The vapor sacks
dwelling places of my clairvoyant thoughts...

She'd sky-dive with succulent drops,
frolic upon leaves of a rare foliage...

**
an elephant-cloud...

Sleepy morning
cleans the ash heap...

One milestone
a road winding up the hills...

Not with
discharge of cannon balls...

Light
clears up...

My reveries were clouds
in your firmament; my mornings...

Let me share
a morsel of sky with you...