[Poems]

[Opsis]

There are landscapes in our eyes ...

A spotlight that found out itself ...

Redemption sucks at the winds of contention ...

There's a place that I know where words do not flow ...

A more and less persistent core ...

I am all that you need ...

There may be a noise in my head but I swear that I'm listening ...

Wander upon grain of would ...

A ringing has begun inside my head that will not go away ...

The fevered glances 'round the room ...