I blink too late
for my salvation...

Sometimes I sing...
My lungs agonizing for breath...

I feel your eyes upon me,
A subtle vertigo of soul...

She lives through fire,
dancing radiant and free...

There is an incredible feeling
When one loses chains...

It glistens in the light,
This length of steel...

I’d like the table
To remain its...

They watch in hopeful silence
This struggle for resuscitation...

No delight
No sorrow...

If my body were my soul
I would have long...

The minarets of the city yet
Ring with the muezzin's call...

I walk with stolen vision
through mist-shrouded fields...