'with no capacity within its prayer,
summons,
Humanity.'

'high!
refreshing so to speak,
never shy,
neither weak,
muscle,
'two' inches over hill.'

'the truth is that I,
objects within none and yet,
reaches indoors to all there is,
Humanity...
heartfelt redemption is unsettling 'performances' for 'many',
liberation for 'some' it seems,
while 'few' are awake in the sleep of 'their' deeds.'

'how an authentic apology glances at what true forgiveness does...,
'the' paint of panorama's risen recognition of a departed artisan,
sinks long before any of its lines can proclaim itself an Art.'

'over its blazing embers,
αναστενάρια soul dances!
pray's flamings igniting,
glowing in the fire,
O, ecstatic master,
I 'simply' am.'

'the author has retired,
yet its characters forever seeping tea,
are celebrated in One chapter as attired.'

'collective's feast!
memorials borrowed,
precisely articulating within as a beast,
chewing its love,
yet slaves a great effort when comes to swallow.'