We Bear The Sole, Relentless Tenderness.

I Want To See The Thirst Inside The Syllables I Want To Touch The Fire In The Sound: I Want To Feel The Darkness Of The Cry. I Want Words As Rough As Virgin Rocks.” - Verb.

Perhaps The Earth Can Teach Us As When Everything Seems Dead And Later Proves To Be Alive

My Soul Is An Empty Carousel At Sunset.

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

You Are Like Night, Calmed, Constellated. Your Silence Is Star-like, As Distant, As True.