Belonging
to unbelonging
was becoming a method
exploring the path.
...
Last night
moon was following me
discreetly,
skirting behind the trees.
...
you bring pink roses everyday
from nowhere
with an oblique smile,
...
Thoughtless, feet
of clay carry you to ocean
of fire. How your boat will sail?
...
Who am I?
I search my name on your face.
You won't recognize a lost coin.
...
Can you tell me, where
the tunnel ends. The curve has
flattened. There was no light.
...
Sitting in a wake
you don't feel peace. The vigil
has a buzzing sound.
...
You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch.
All night you remained in my thoughts.
...
I may be saying
goodbye under the stars dust.
At distance moon burned.
...