She pours herself
like rain into absence...

She always showers in the night light.
She is responsible for the moon...

Love me
just for this fleeting breath...

Safeguard your beauty,
not in the mask you wear...

The twins of emulation
improvise their slithering stalk...

We speak in wavelengths
only time can translate...

Why do measurements and sizes
graze only the surface...

Aha!
So this is the mediocre’s law...

Only fresh air is beloved.
She loves...

Wood searches for light—
whether in the sky...

A bloom
is a testament to fire...

A taint of red rose
illuminates...