Ephemeral expounding of the real:
More hopeless than sad abature. I wish
People would preen themselves and slowly heal,
Without some needless and agathic skirmish.
...
I passed the tunnel
Dividing the self and foreign,
And I touched the walls
And I torched them;
...
Twilight lane, come to my feet,
I wish to walk forever.
(There was a story that I wish
was uttered.)
...
She huddles herself like a foetus
submerged in bathtub plasma,
her screams are silent screams
that desacralize the night and the rain.
...
Black hole sun, won't you come? *
Across my eyes, you waver
like a moth inside a jellyfish.
...
unfettered disruptions knocking on time's ivory door
a woman with cold feet
a prince on a white horse
...