There are flowers that they bloom in darkness
but the reason they bloom in darkness...

Veil lifts in twilight—
gypsys dance reddening in...

The duets of lancing and laceration.
Flesh is tender...

Trackers never track
until the tracking happens...

They all rot and fade
these shoots of expectation...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

I left you
to stay with you...

Beside these forlorn shades,
there are no realities to my existence...

In the metamorphosis of formation
shapes ache to attend to their final cause...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

Pots
brewing on the burners of these corroded...

Butterflies of poetry
forever flutter in their reflections...