We are leaves
New in spring
Dry in winter
Crumbling
Heaven, Hell
False dilemma
Both false faces
Of our schizophrenia
Somewhere
Before and behind
Where we think we see
This line of time
There’s a purity
Neither happy nor sad
Tasteless water
We will and once had
Did we leave it
Unsatisfied?
Trading life
Just to die?
Am I being told
With my existence
What it is to feel
Consequence of resistance?
(5/18/09)