O' turn the sun to where she now resides;
That here be dark, and there she's cast in full...

Shall I return to fading scribes of old?
That once with each a turn and covered page...

If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me...

(I)
Though man with plenty whom proclaim your love...

Confession, me? Could I repent my time
And weary be, my pupils then to see...

Once, after the longest day of numeric chatter, to...
I find solace in a cushioned air-loom of silver...

If love has us entwined, then let be three;
And of our genes we splice, proportion you...

Before your ever blackness comes, let know:
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath...

Scouring walls
sanding hands...

Of nature's pairing hearts that love renowned
shall I compare the depths of those duets...

(I)
What miserable virus plagues ourselves...

(I)
Our precious months have none for charity...