-Wrote on 09.22.2023, Edited on 10.13.2023- I can write a thousand mawkish poems; Yet it is too hard to moan for who you are. I can’t see...

-05.22.2023- The organs jet out of his mouth and have nothing to do with his organ. Zillions of wings cast winds from nests scattered...

-Under lockdown- I House's too big for me - Nothing lucid, I can see. Town’s too torn for thee. II I’m fine, by the way. I felt freedom,...

-09.17.2022- At a point of the very zenith, Missing is the very first feelings. It has no idea what’s ever passé. So chimera breaks and...