She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...

My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...

In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...

The lines are clear though
you can't see for you've crossed the...

Words are anxious and lost
before settling in meaning...

It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...

These clock's hands
like the uneven oars of...

It would always shine
before it is blurred with what...

The more it is bruised
the more iridescent it...

I was thirsty
like the smelted sands of deserts...

I am from an ocean beyond your eyes,
_ that is why your eyes are beckoning me...

Like a bird in the cage
of a unceasing movie of fly...