When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...

We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...

I feel like fatigue and somnolence are drifting me...
but I know I shall not succumb to this lethargy...

Could you imagine
I am you and you are me...

All audiences are shadows—
save the one...

Why do those with the smallest souls
take up the most space...

This world, these words,
these concrete foundations of temporality...

The garden is as broad as a leaf.
Life is as darling...

I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...

We fear the death's pain
otherwise we never could...

All the world's praising
can't put an ointment on the...