Where was the empirical
evidence, that you don't exist...

Standing under a
bottlebrush I write a...

On lotus leaf
a frog sits meditating...

The unthinking begins again
watching a lunar...

Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be...

In longest night
of pitch-dark space...

You failed me.
I have started learning...

The bald mannequin, stands
undraped, without genitalia...

Again I would hear the night sounds
through the hours of civilities...

Tends to droop,
the narcissus, after...

It was a basic instinct.
You wanted to become something...

As innocent as buds of jasmine
twilight of a falling night...