Before we launch star-wars
against one another...

The Camelot knight:
"Are you one of us?" I said...

Poetry is a vow—
elseways, it is only...

Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...

Your purity is my temple—
a spring, a crystal pool...

The guardhouse of loneliness—
where the truth of oneself unfolds...

Left the cage ajar
to free her but she returned...

Why eat your mother,
when she has given you birth...

If I ask
the colour of your eyes...

Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space...

to Misty Flowers
Your birthday is when beauty is born...

If you can no longer love,
you are undoubtedly dead...