Birds follow un-dreamt-of changes

Held up by the clear hands of air,

Everything unravels as they soar,

Music emerges:

From the flapping of their wings

Yet, they are too far away for us to hear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hour Tomb

eyes like seas

hairlike grass blades, knives,

the sky casts wild crimson shadows

on our skin

which can no longer tell

the difference between

stream and desert

our minds are full of thorns

and visions blazing

a crimson vision before my eyes 

 

eyes look at the sea 

eyes 

crimson 

sea 

knives 

grass 

sky

shadows

visions

skin

hour

blazing 

tomb

wild 

stream 

thorns 

desert