To mind comes
Abandoned thoughts...

I,
I write of you, of me, but mainly you...

a foot hands
the armless man...

Now, cry! Oh, cry! You silly cat
Or chase that rat under the hat...

a chair arms
the fatigued man...

Another wrinkle stamped on my skin
Great! The skin says date to mail this person to...

Shh… let me hear it.
the room is echoing my emotions...

Ah dirty lamp, I found you on the ground
At the city of gold...

I thought you were the cristalline waters
In a river...

Even though you are not here, I can still feel you...
Villages echo with your presence. I feel your...

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

I'm troubled.
there's too much chaos...