;
Reality is not a matter of truth, but imagination
The pound of flesh which I demand
The flavor of kinship
The period of the pendulum
Encircled by imagination
Walking with all the stars within
Cutting-edge
Cosmographical Meditations
Underneath, spirits tremble
Writer's gratitude
Love rules without a sword
High above, bodies sigh
The feast of harvest
Full blossom of the evening
Avant-gardener
Hear them sing through the leaves
No trap can hold their whisper
Humility opens the floodgates
Flutters in the thick of trees
And one day will seem like three
Out of darkness is born the light
Strange currents of friendly promise drift by
The end is where we start from
In like a lion, out like a lamb
For knowledge is limited
Ground to a halt
Beyond the intricate configuration of the mind
A pulse grows in the temple
Setting a trap for others
A hungry stomach has no ears
Nietzsche taken to heart
Wrath upon the enraged