After basic needs are met, more tricksy ones jump into viewand out again, like faces in dreams…
In a slippery funnel made of black plastic thoughtsI skid and swirl clockwise through…
reality has become a dreamI cannot find sense in ithelplessly I watchinexplicable events unravel…
Before I sleeptwo stars stare through the curtainsand I recall another night…
Darting from flower to flower, her lustrous coat illuminated by the midday sun, Colibree…
How to solve a question wheneverything’s dissolving?The problem is insolvent.There’s no salvation, no solution.There is no…