when i die to whom shall i leave the one who lived here before
who will hold the ocean close as it dies
what is the name for shedding a leaf and having no age
washing the waves with my skin :: and nothing
shadow is the shortest route to unexpected light
will weeds grow above or within my grave
some try to hide from their mountain by pushing the sky away
the whole of the earth becoming more perfect :: entering the sea before us
in the milk behind your eyes :: live those who have one wing
i look from the monarch without her wing :: into the mystery of sky