The river crosses
prairies like a butterfly...

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

O dear there is music in my ears
I swear...

Between the tangles of all the floggings
skies...

Fire!
the collapse of the matter...

To balance is a
feather in the heart of the...

What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

Snowman, melting frost
Time is the perfection lost...

The landscape is as large as a leaf.
Life is as darling...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

Our death is intended
Unless we prove otherwise...