To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

And this is me:
the Prometheus of poetry...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

"The second E"
I swim in all the oceans...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

The tail of a dog
diving in water...

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

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

It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...

We must again,
learn these mundane paths...

I love all the curves of this world
But I rather to be straight like an arrow...

The more you draw them,
the more you get to know them...