Words are echoes in an endless hall, Each one leaning on the next for meaning, Spinning a web of circularity— A mirage of clarity in the...

I flogged myself with words today, And wrung frustrated tears of time; Each notion forging work from play With armoured tales of...

In this space, in this very directness This raw immediacy, there's no destination, No journey to embark upon, Just a gathering of...

In this extraordinary instance , The illusory separate sense embarks on its quest, Seeking the unattainable, craving to grasp The elusive...