You say "In God We Trust"
on your money...

Beauty and youth
have no choice...

Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...

Always going
never arriving...

They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...

Where we kiss each other
we are two faces...

Time stopped at the time of his death
His watch was dead...

One needs to reflect
into the others to get...

It is so harsh and
unmusical for we can't...

Whatever to others we do,
whether in the scale of “so many” or a...

Butterflies ensnared
in the crayon box beneath...

We are two glasses rolling,
and gushing each other with sand...