This abolition of facts
gradually grows on me...

So much passion altering from feeling to...
measuring the seas with the concavities of rugged...

This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...

My pains have increased,
so have I, my tolerance...

Could you for a while cuddle this little bug,
this hug- less kitten in the cold...

Somewhere in distance
boundaries would bind together...

Music is when sun and earth make love,
the waltz...

These forlorn daffodils
talk about the whiteness of your bones...

We are still here but
no one ever outlasts...

Two hands are knitting time
perpetually...

We are born,
to live for a while...

We always forget what
we are...