I would rather the truth prompt a war,
then helplessly witness...

You've wandered off at
obscure hours...

Filtering brainwaves,
a demon gliding down the Nile...

It takes only one eye to affirm
you're at the end of a vision...

Your humanity is beautiful,
even in sickness, in anger, in repression...

I was unamused by the city's blatant
cry for love...

A reserved Bulgarian
woman stares back...

Abuse travels like an electrifying storm
that causes a weatherman and his wife...

If you could write about me
in a few words, what would you...

You generated a series of water waves
with the falsehood that you don't impact...

Everybody needs you-
a walk in the woods...

This is how we choose to honor,
how we become devoted...