I see how fate
molds into...

Always going
never arriving...

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

To My Uncle
Time stopped...

The memory of oceans
lingers in her eyes...

What if we're asleep
for we're the errants of this...

Butterflies ensnared
in the crayon box beneath...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

hear the duet of
your question and the silence...

How my soul could learn
right from wrong if it isn't me...

No one is behind these closed doors.
There are no birthday parties...

When you hid behind
the beauty of your mask...