How green the mortal
for the undying garden...

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

"I invite you all
to the fire," said the hero...

They make those fences
out of their fangs, their canines...

1
It is Christmas Eve...

All my desires, my longing
to reach inside you...

The whole of eternity
is but a short while...

Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...

To deny beauty
in another is to cast...

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

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

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