Fraulein

Endless Flight Through the Melting Haze, the Curtain Is Ephemeral and Envelops the Delicate Body

Falling Clouds Covered the Parking Lot on Which I Stood. It Was So Quiet and Lonely, but at the Same Time So Good.

A Never-Existent Poem in an Never-Existent Era

Sometimes It’s Dark

Then an Incomprehensible State of Half-Asleep Half-Manifestation. I Went to the Balcony and Looked Around. It Smelled Abandoned

Tragic Tears

A Bright Warmth Swept Over My Whole Body and There Was Such Boundless Joy That It Was as If I Had Not Even Lived and Was Everywh