In twilight
on the turning toe of...

Let me learn from you how to die
because...

How scraped these streets are tonight.
These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...

Two is a good number
Because you are not lonely at least...

When I returned from US there was no fire left in...
no humble spirit...

Master asks the pupils:
“how would one find enlightenment...

I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...

The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...

"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...

When we are in love
we are two fluttering wings...