You can drop bombs on my town,
shoot little boys in the head and kneecaps...

The lady was passing
so sparkling in dazzle...

Humanity is
the experiences of...

The dissemination of bullets seeded the womb of...
the land’s arms opened...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel...

We would never become a set of wings,
if we do not tear from...

Your lips,
my only shelter...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

You do not see the Absolute.
To see...

"You have to burn in order to shine"
_ this was a burning moth susurrating...

I picked the apple,
took a bite, crushed in between...

I flew to aeon
when a fleeting butterfly...