A gradual coming too,
birds, distant white noise,
dry throat, awoke last night
in the pitch black living room,
...
Can't sit with my parents,
breathe same air,
My dad in lock up for 3 months,
after government letter,
...
I tap on the window
of a dream,
'No it's not a dream! ',
...
Every once in a while
I burn burn burn
for it,
until it goes out,
...
Couldn't sleep,
so I read your journals,
And there you are,
...
It doesn't seem like
a big mystery at all,
that in 73 I had all
...
I had a word
appear in front of a place,
but it had no face, no!
...
I start thinking about
real poems,
and that's pretty much
it, before coffee,
...