an inspired thought

in a haze

elapsed

up the surface, the edge, down it, how many things i see

in a little while

the 33rd door

things do not exist as a rapport between them and myself

do you begin to understand?

blending thoughtful

what is the reason of a shape?

the beauty of concealment

ahead straightaway

again and again and again

slowly it figured out

into the subject’s character

a terrible boo-boo

the tolerance of placement

do you think you'are right?

deprivation chamber

remind easily comprehensible matters

turquoise thoughts

wide, huge, faint

slight scent of weariness

drawn out

a swaying second