The moon,
I...

Thirsty for the truth
he didn't know how parlous is...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

The darkness in me
is as vacant as I am...

A plain canvas—or paint?
A white peacock, or a rainbow one...

Until we're alive
we're still awaiting the pain...

Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...

They are pages
that time...

I might have no future,
but I might have...

Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

If you are truthful
you are everyone...

O the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...