Two white doves are making love
like for ever...

For the frugal hearts
love is the most bankrupting...

My laceration
and your thorns are what the red...

Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...

In my loneliness
I have learned I am never...

Blowing the figures
in the figureless boulders...

Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...

God is dead
God is a star so far that it is...

You did not see the father’s big soul.
You did not see God from the keyhole...

In a kiss two souls
wake up the sleeping beauty...

Loneliness is a
distance that could never be...

They are pages
that time...