The pavilion’s fat headdress dozes sleek and confident, dome of many-colored dreams above the tin…

Such skill at making captive the fresh breath of the past: flowers unwilting before one’s…

Mope on the minor hallucinations, the price of blindness healed. The notebooks filled with dead…

Sweetest moments, most fleeting, always? Her life to her children: humbly, from these sins learn.…

Like spittle exchanged between grimacing mouths, zero to zero. Bones so chipped or shattered that…