My heart
grave and verdant...

Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket...

I can't sleep
with this room snoring in silence...

I'm choking on dust;
the fine particles...

Worn and woven,
this face he paints...

Boundlessly tossing into the ocean,
gathering jewels from the muddled...

As doubt rushed me over,
you watched the last piece...

I want to breathe you in
like a drug in the air...

Every speck of hope
that escapes...

In the narrow seas that part
from within the wearied vessels of my...

On drugs, smoking,
on fermented bottles...

They Asked Me Why I Believe In You (contest)
Your words crawled from the beats of my heart...