The seduction of a feel,Of a flower,Of deep night.WhenI think of catching the spirit,Of theNight.Over thereOn thePalmOver the stairs.If i could catchThatSlumpInto a gaze.EncryptionAndPut it in aVase…Bottle…Paper…

Here we go casting on the windsfits of ego dinetiny understanding in the hazea maze of words astoundfalling on the mind heavyWords of power persuadeexpletives of faithlinger in my thoughtspursuing me in my inner sanctumconjuring truth, I askWith halted...