Look
how inflated I am...

There is a desert between our lips
that cannot be satiated by all the mirages of...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...

Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...

These forlorn daffodils
talk about the whiteness of your bones...

Butterfly
is to say: "to be...

Don't outpace your friends.
paddling unequally you're...

Fire is flaring
and moths are exchanging their wings...

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

When you think, the whole universe starts to make...
When you speak...

I wonder if God created you first
or the world...

The meal now is cooked Bob.
From now on, the fire would only ruin your meal...