light lingers on stones I love to be a spectator women's hair hallucinates sunflowers time is hitting the walls today our ribs/smiles don't hurt these pavements are the custodians of wind's secrets our eyes see without effort a strange divination possesses this journey from egg to coffin
light travel through us as if through an ocean of bones a poem dreams its exile into words the trees let us see the seeds of time we confuse happiness with the boutique of dreams and that's alright some magic was saved on Noah's ark
springtime smells of women's hands a young man conjures an intact eden silence is grinding the air at the end of things, the root of water