Poems from spectronum
Grown up in a behemoth of a body,I ask my one true self,What is life? Is it the crack; breakage of the thought-to-be impenetrable...
My body, fatigued and scarred with life,Lay down on the silken mattress,Indulged in its leniency,I close my eyes,One,Two,Three... A blue...
At the time of day
when spring began,
I came to see
what is to see.
I emerge from under a leaf,
with its shade from dawn to dusk.
The...