They ascend to judgment
on stilts of sycophancy...

What have we become?
How loud, how long, how lost, how numb...

No one comes to see my garden,
to sit...

O, a head,
the spark...

None may speak above right
For Right is the ultimate of mankind...

What we call personal
is not...

The distance
between stars and seconds...

In the heart of night, I called her name.
In the half-light nightmare of day, I called her...

Hey, Mr. Executioner,
why don’t you execute me...

Which is more valid,
to be, or not to be...

In a thin shirt of feeling,
a young girl...

When kisses fade,
when love drifts into hibernation...