I glanced at the moon
The moon gazed at me in awe
and supplication

The sea has its own
Turbulence
Even winds batter
my vacillating thoughts
between comfort
ashore and adrift
I am drenched
beneath your
magnanimous waves
of emotion. Yet
I toss my ashes
Away

Bound around
The Zodiac
We are the stars
Linen *******
White Gesso ground
razor thin
In the colours
of Escobar

The world is
dark Night is
upon us
The Sun comes
not. The Son comes
not. In the dark
of mourning
you shall see!

Mother!
Is there a habit
That clothes
Your inner beauty?

I assemble myself
Each, a part
chasing its inclination
amidst the traffic of my mind
Neither right nor left
is wrong:
Off the median's comfort
I'll keep my pace
crossing. Crossing
this androgynous street

Atop the mushroom
Clouds. Who knows from where
another?