come taste this body too
has become full
of herbal goodness
...
The head is a theatre
of mysteries and possibilities
the heart walks into
each moment like an audience
...
half lunar eclipse
i throw a spoon into the plate
in the kitchen basin
...
apple worm
there is a stage for
everybody to dance
...
mustafa noor
he carries the theatre
with him
...
light smile
i feel the weight of sarawak
in those hands
...
nobody can
compete with nature
everything is put
...
ting lik hung
yes, even the glance
is calculated
...