of all the things we've lost
silence is
one of the most sincerely missed

Asuguo

mistaking planet earth
for an apple she bites a
chunk out of the atlantic

Asuguo

an afternoon
with the
noise all stars

Asuguo

black cat
invisible
but audible

Dillo Fenderson

entering the station
with light speed
is prohibited

Dillo Fenderson

most issues
can't be addressed
in one sentence

Asuguo

the reasons not to
hibernate
fade away, one by one

Asuguo

scaffolding
is a lost art
for those who can fly

Dillo Fenderson

nighttime me
refuses to think
of the morning

Dillo Fenderson

getting wet
starts to become
a routine

Asuguo