We Are Captives Of What

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

Nothing Is Harder On The Soul, Than The Smell Of Dreams, While They're Evaporating.

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.