Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

And when they dusted my mind for your fingerprints they found yours.

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

He confided his deepest secret to you; be always wary of his secret.

Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

. . . a racer snake / slicking off / like a signature into the weeds.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.

Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.

This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

I believe in the fatal hairdo just for the love of saying fatal hairdo.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.