Snowman Wakes Before Dawn.

Writing Poetry Is A State Of Free Float.

We've Learned To See The World In Gasps.

To Live In Prison Is To Live Without Mirrors. To Live Without Mirrors Is To Live Without The Self. She Is Living Selflessly, She Finds A Hole In The Stone Wall And On The Other Side Of The Wall, A Voice. The Voice Comes Through Darkness And Has No Face. This Voice Becomes Her Mirror.

A Home Filled With Nothing But Yourself. It's Heavy, That Lightness. It's Crushing, That Emptiness.

The Scroll Is Coming Back (twitter Is A Scroll.)