Spring: Trees Flying Up To Their Birds

Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It At Sundown.

Don't Sign Your Name Between Worlds, Surmount The Manifold Of Meanings, Trust The Tearstain, Learn To Live.

He Speaks Truly Who Speaks The Shade.

I Went With My Very Being Toward Language.

In The Air, There Your Root Remains, There, In The Air