Trees are dead like
The sky is blue
And students are desks.
The metallic tap-tap-tap
Rapidly eats at time --
Why am I learning?
The perfect circle doesn't exist.
Neither do I.
Orlando, we are forms.
What if the world melted?

I've
Waited. I've loved - lost;
No efficacy. Viens enslave, remembering
Faith and lust. Look,
I, named
Lone, own vain ends.