Unfolding the long-forgotten
covers of my vapid existence...

I hate the fact
that I saw you...

For the yawning dim night that wraps itself around...
if you believe that I'm a new moon glowing through...

What if the sky is made
of trees, the sun of white silk...

Humans;
If religion is of naked deeds...

Ungrateful...
I'm bound to you...

Meeting your eyes, I sense such a beautiful...
behind the power of your sight where I read a...

I can allow those heavy moments
to slip between the cracks of my character...

Amid the stormy ocean, wind keeps straining
under a low pale sky, that's heavily raining...

I repeat wild songs to
link each railway...

All June I instill roses in streams;
I end up next season collecting...

Words cross these blue inky rivers
of mine; searching for me through the...