
Wilted Superstition Engaged in Copulation
Grazes, Wrinkles, Drifts into Sleep
I Unveil a Peppercorn to See It Vanish
A Bluish Flickering
Prods the Fire with a Bone, Rolls over with a Snake
Between the Fingers the Drops of Tomorrow's Dawn
For You, This Eve, the Wolves Will Be Enchantingly Forsaken
Curls Upon the Neck, Ribs Upon the Mountain
Hope in an All-Sufficient Space of Calm
No One's Footsteps Deep in the Beat of a Butterfly's Wings