As I'm staring at the sanded horizon,
With it's pale face of yellow spotted...

Our last topic of discussion rests
on my lips like day old coffee...

The belly of the sea lie cold and hungry,
until the creatures were fed to it's whaling...

A four-winged hornet
rests upon my pasty wall...

What scattered thoughts there are,
in the flutter of their wings...

In the sigh of sequential circular winds,
I hear the pit patter pat of tiny cat's feet...

The afternoon whizzed around my head.
the arms of Sun tightly holding to my sticky body...

A child's smile reflects, in two purple...
A hand-sewn silhouette, stitched in perfect size...

I sleep with
Thick-neck soldiers...

The air was flawed with soul-dirtied junction
Unfamiliar trees whose branches malfunction...

I hear the cadence of my moon's sweet song
That lulls me to sleep with the language of...

He opens his eyes
Without optical counterpart...