As I ran out one morning,
Jogging along snowy streets...

How can I keep these wanton memories,
That every night I sleep come and rob me...

I am from vinyards
Of red, white and pink...

Of sand
Caught in my toes...

Stark night, full moon and loneliness
Through my window the night bleeds...

There are waves in my dreams
That darkly shimmer like mica...

No more, no more can I
Charge them with truths...

Locks of raven have tumbled far,
Down slender and pale grafts...

Pain this time strikes equally deep.
And my heart is too tired to continue...

The trials of a Fresher
In a space, mirror at side, a single profile...

The images flicker and score themselves upon the...
Between the world of sleep and wake they blurr...

I think the shadow of light,
From my keyhole is to blame...