“Burn the bridges, this phœnix / needs the ashes. Control everything / or everyone will control you. / Whatever you have to do / to provide your Self an…”

“My soul’s resale value is nil, / things I won’t let my Self speak keep / from meeting me anybody / I want, so much for a career…”

“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…”