The mountain burned bright Darkness has passed and left me to...
I hate his hands His face, his mind These tears I’ve...
Does she hear my visions? Yes, she does. Does she travel...
Guilt manifested by love On impaired sheets of cotton We wear...
The mountain crest With deepened precipice Powered white And saddened –...
Once I stared relentlessly Tracing his steps toward Someone else’s door...
You never knew me I fear this anonymity Our desire, severe...
He holds me Hovering Above heaven Hips in hands As heat...
Ascetic A fool in the guise of a wise man Knave...
Shoes sleep in silent purple splendor Pockets swell with nuggets for...