This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...

Chasing herself as
fast as running from herself...

There are poetries
unwritten in either sides...

Each figure is silence
shrivelled...

Fleeing from herself,
the teeny timepiece kitty...

Uneven handed,
rounded like clocks, our boat would...

Breaking from them to
find who I was, seeing there...

I am a bird
in cage...

How obsolete our
union is comparing to...

We argue to learn.
Owing to our argument...

The garden is as broad as a leaf.
Life is as darling...

Life is experiencing death
with the eyes wide open...