Hidden Voices

I don't count the

Countless, black hurts. Hear

the unhearable.

Pink over pink. A

golden drive after the

moon's marriage.

In deep calm, I

dig out the bare gospel

of the unknown god.

Poem Sublime

The genesis of

incredible, from moon to

moon was unheard.

I was lost in

kneeling bamboos to

cover the sins of sky.

Can your shadow

walk with me to hear quartets

of beethoven?

You Won't Return

Even light will not

find your black hole, beyond

the resolution.

The mass, volume

in your eyes, measure me.

O god it were you?

Sitter was rising.

Portrait will not complete.

Artist has swept again.

Beyond Infinity

I touch the timber

and smell my hands. Jacarandas

have solemnity.

Will walk on the blue

trumpets, to start talkathon

with soul of the tree.

Why we are born to die?

Can you stop this cycle? Tell me

the truth of the road.

Searching Soul

When the divinity

lived in you, I scrambled

to touch blue moon.

Sitting near a

sepulcher, I dreamed of

inhuman deaths.

Will my generation

give heart rending tip-off

to this doomed world?

Playing With Marbles

When you left, I had

covered my mirror not to

see my swollen eyes.

Who takes control

of whom? I was victim of

animal bites.

The path to lake

was open to bohemians,

who always wear blues.