You run upon the lavas of all your fears,
though...

No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...

Later is solely
the perspective of wheel marks...

Buzz!
This was...

The loneliest tree
in the citrus garden is...

Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon...

Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...

Fleeing from her bite
the giddy kitten of clock...

Have you ever drunk
from the goblet of yourself...

"God is dead "*
That’s why we are here so tragically lonely...

I am
like a buried faithful seed...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...