Nurses see only
old lesions but for patients...

Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...

Only in chains
does freedom begin...

The gloom benights
and the twilight alights...

I am sickened by this crowd—
those who lost their Christmas...

Is transparency a soul,
something all the clear things share...

The magic of flowers
is...

This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

they looked down upon him liketh dirt, in...
they never saw him, they saw themselves...

The greatest place to
hide your misdeeds is behind...

The mask covering 
our unsightliness, unmasks...

You break the taboos of words, one by one.
You crack the shell of your body, your shape...