Would you live without your
shell, one day? A chasm...

Call me avenger,
after the punch line had...

Nothing has ever happened
to me. I meet my road...

Sitting in the sun
preparing the relic, for...

When you stand still
in unbearable agony, the unquiet...

Awakened
at the partition...

I like to rage on with
flying snakes. The fog deepens...

Another woman
sits on rose hips...

You tell me in no
ambiguity to hold on the solitude...

How would you describe
the stampede, when there was...

It was not the worth
of a cloud...

You had left me reeling
under the bluebells...