Have you ever felt lost? Not the type of lost...
I mean the type of lost where while you type, you...

Oh mother gracious!
What is this...

It is through you, my beloved, poetry
that I have found a universe...

I lost my voice...
when my fingers stopped typing on a keyboard...

There are plenty of ideas
for one to explore alone...

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth...

I'll never be a pillow under your head,
easing you to sleep at night, right mother...

Do you see that peach on that tree?
The one that hangs so tightly free...

Hear... HERE.
there's a cat outside my door...

At the bottom
of the button of a rose...

I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...

I have not repeated myself as much as before...
When I wrote, the repetition seemed to repeat...