Time dusts on the clarity of past
And buries them gradually...

One and zero,
tick and tock...

They do not know
how ignorant they are...

Like for all the time
rain was pouring and I was dry...

I am here
there for here is an extension...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

He wanted to be clear
but clarity turns to blank and one must die...

I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...

What difference does it make
whether everything is happening in this corner, or...

My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...

A mid-phase moon
is a sand machine...