365 9/15

What word, what act,

was it we thought did not matter?

365 11/24

My immortal soul, perhaps you went into an Archelon ischyros,

swimming with its sea-turtle nose above water,

then diving into extinction

365 2/11

A horse

released of the traces

forgets the weight of the wagon

365 1/20

The happy only see happiness,

the living see only life,

the young see only the young,

as lovers believe

they wake always beside one also in love