To others we do
things that blueprint everything...

Winning and losing
are mirroring flecks on the...

Living is the search
in which we lose everything...

Everything would end
everything my dear, that is why...

Tears have the constituents of their own:
Salted from bottom of the seas...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

Trust in the madness
of which brings all the torments...

He could never have
the woman he loved because...

That is us hanging
from our shared index limb like...

I am nobody
though in my nobody-ness...

Everything is packaged in the prison of time
until it grows soul...

No gender,
no savage man and no shrew...