Death is the length we
measure life, we learn to live...

One must see into
the others to become a...

You, my creation, my art,
you...

Your breasts are
mountain haves of honey and zest...

We shall run into
everything we run away...

Life ends where it begins.
Perfection is a zero in motion...

Here, is everywhere.
But out there, here is out there...

Butterflies hover
over blooms while blooms hover...