Master of the sub-conscious,
enchanting parasite...

I am a river girl while,
he is a desert-man...

Eyes glitter and glint
with their jewellery of tears...

Insomnia prevails
solitude, familiar as my faded housecoat...

Isolation is when you wake up
with someone else's dream on your tongue...

Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads...

Starzec of the earth
gnarled limbs stretch out in greeting...

My mind....shredded like a bale of straw
caught in the most violent storm...

In a sun-scorched field
he stands...

He stood proud
five-eleven in bare feet...

Kuebiko felt very old now
and spent his days...

The summer stretched on
long and hot...