Me, a hornbill
in the terror of love,
A fragrance of sorrow
...
Casuarina tree
shed its leaves
between life & death;
I live to give you
...
Played a little,
talked a little,
quarreled a lot
but I knew her,
...
A flood of dancing circles,
My first alphabet in muddy water
Leaning over the banisters,
...
Mine
a fragment of this unknown journey
from naught to naught;
Startling before this absurd sense
...