I‘ve never seen roads
this tearful...

Not love or God
they neither sing...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...

Years are multiplying.
We celebrate our birthdays...

Don't stretch your arms
like the branches...

The loneliest alley was the alley
everyone passing through...

The audio of this...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

The river crosses
prairies like a butterfly...

In the absolute pitch of trustless dark
I found the touch of your fingers...

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...