Thin believing
I danced my deaths and dined my desires
Frightened clues
A love perhaps, strangely motionless
Idiosyncrasies
Hearts soiled the arrogance
Cascade thee
Gold army, glass clouds
I muse in vivid tapestry
One dream is and was awake
Everything frozen; exist lake
Meet woven conversation
I washed her light
My finger made lies
Textures disguise
And I perhaps love