But it doesn’t need
A purpose to read
The natural structure
Is the mystery

A stanza where two minds melt
Certainly words of comfort and wealth

These thing only matter to us
Catch and ride the purposeful bus
Themes and memes of rolling streams
Sleepwalking the poetical dream

If I could only keep up with the train!

I exhausted every moment of my life
scattering seeds
in all bounds and boundary
of my deep-rooted burns,
and now a tangled, torch-lit garden grows.