Again I am lost in a fleet of fragments Floating beneath my throat, inflammable I lie barely at the mercy of the poetic ballpoint My convulsing fingers seek solace in...
Many saw I that wrought hard and labor, Toils to succeed, jealous of `s neighbour; Weepings of oppress`d flows as runnels, And no comforters to be their channels; But better it is, A man...
Exercise of fasting: Thirst for inspiration coated aspiration Hidden in the seen, and unseen Casted upon heart screen with colourful scenes; Hunger of meanings in meaning Explaining existence with the...