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

I do not look at my watch to see time
I look at the hands...

The trick is to learn
how to be seemingly bad...

You stereotype
when you fixate only on traits...

You know this stranger,
don't you...

I always carried my death, living.
My memories all were...

Looking endlessly
into the ending things to...

Always going
never arriving...

Trust others to trust
yourself. Remain trustworthy...

These monotonic folks do not see the dual-effect...
They...

If you can not love anymore
if your ark of feeling have sank in the mud...

You, my creation, my art,
you every throb...