It appears
people don't enjoy the beating of my heart...

Settle, I thought it was settled with the ocean,
but the more I got deeper into its body of water...

I slept counting sheep -
cheap stars on the ceiling creeping in...

Death puts people in a crib
And from there...

Let me close my eyes into oblivion
like a forgotten language in the tip of my tongue...

The blues of the oceans are deep.
Many dive into them...

“To the left. Now to the right. Keep on driving.
Keep on moving. The wheels of time remain intact...

I used to write a poem a day
but who am I kidding...

May the sun! May the moon!
May the stars and the sea...

As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...

One day, the Dust said to a Broom,
“Love, sweep me off the floor...

My lord,
You are a candle on the table of my life...