A timid finger pokes through the horizon
As it points out to an evaporating sea.
"I know her," he says,
But the ocean blends with the sky,
and only blue remains.


A timid finger pokes through the horizon

As it points out to an evaporating sea.

"I know her," he says,

But the ocean blends with the sky,

and only blue remains.

I only want to live a life worth living.

I only want to live a life worth living.

Absurdity

We look at a Klein on the wall -
A cruel month where irises bloom
On Dutch fields, wilting,
Bleached from an eternal sun.

The art of creation feels better than the creation itself.