“Tonguing whispers of ancient loves / that vanish in tears, dissonant / kisses fall on ears echoes / deafen, mention in their passing / unpleasantness just how pleasant it…”

“When the moon points its finger / at you, know to be true we / don’t have thoughts, thoughts have us, / it’s how the Universe moves // fools…”

“How can one not be moved by what time / records, what its passage cannot undo, what its truth / asks of those who pursue its course…”

“As if this were Egypt, / repeat the adjective / until it becomes a superlative, // hieroglyphicize to / incentivize what you / invent out of time, fill space, treatise…”

“Something in me that says things I don’t know / blows apart this heart of stone throwing bones / against opens to let out misfortunes / no one…”