In the corner of Life's lens
Lies a vault unlocked to reality...

Like shattered glass all pain falls
Upon my chest into the flesh...

Disk of white, like a tusk in the sky
lingers between the canopy...

His sturdy hands work through
the stiffness of his art...

Thy art the tiny spider
Living between the cracks...

Young and old,
short and tall...

Hue of yellow mimics
appearance of its glorious...

Droplets of freedom slip on cheeks
Mixed with essences of joy and sorrow...

Under a modest blanket
a family of five...

I love the feeling...
When I throw myself down...

We have the funniest class in school
Everyone thinks we are so cool...

Sitting calmly on the kitchen floor
Hearing thunder hit the door...