Only God and the devotee are on an even footing.

promotes would healing
has alluring aroma
the physalis plant

Your gaze was poetic
but the smile that followed  
was pathetic.

The clouds are the blood

of planet Earth, my mother --


the blood of my blood.

I yearn for things
that I desire,
and to these thoughts
at the end of the night,
it forever keeps me up
beneath the clouded
and desolate sky

I can't help but,
to grasp
the glimmering
dewdrops of the sky

in the end,
we're all alone tonight