The snakeskin smiles.
Shoes hurt, when
somebody gives away mercy.
Fidelity has come
for sale. You want to listen
Beethoven only.
The questions were mine. You
had no answers.
I never want to talk
about truth, as if everyone knows
it. I write poetry.
Did you jump into a
dry pool to know
the depth of sky.
Do you think
that was a right thing
to become a saint.