19

i am to come honorable water, i am to come
soiled, sweated and rusted, i are to come
still air, dearer humid, hypocrisy, here about to come
never better, an unworthy folk from true crowd
waiting for a call

18

while I am merry
and the evening still
ought to sip water dark
while am I merry

17

you wanted me to watch,
the green lively grass
the dead read hills
i was obsessed with
now simple stream of our old lake sighs...

16

dear heavy monsoon
keep my left hand
and eat my brain