When I speak, I speaks.

“Moon, moon,when you leave me aloneall the darkness isan utter blackness,a pit o…”

“MemoriesHello, duck,in yellowcloth stuffed frominside out,littlepillow.”

“Still, no one finally knows what a poet is supposed either to be or to do. Espe…”

“I know this body is impatient.I know I constitute only a meager voice and mind.…”