• Asop, aswop, swop, slop I pick you up for you to slip away again and again leaving

    — Déjà vu

  • The chains are formed linking stubborn bubbles of isolated worlds will it stain or purge these aging cells

    — Future

  • Eight meet in a melting pot fifty five degrees perfect hot sign a pact to form a solid block bound by lye and blood

    — Mould

  • I dreamt of you early in the morning early after mourning I dreamt of you slightly foaming lightly with a smell

    — Last year June

  • Part, parts, parted particles slowly breaking to hit another with an impact merging encore

    — Breakdown

  • Rub me once, let me foam to nourish your cracks rub me twice, let me kiss your skin with softness

    — Act of love

  • Charred, so I had to breathe  in the absence of oxygen  scarred, so I had to leave  these lands of bare ash residues  fleeing, breathing

    — Exhale

  • My fate is in your hands

    — Time

  • Let me linger in your pore Let me linger a little more

    -  Linger

  • On your skin I roam Moistening every crust formed by dust back to the soil  Broken we start again 

    - Broken

  • In between hard water And the rough sea Buffed dead cells slowly dissolve In those vacant pores of dryness You fill my crust with softness

    - Renewal

  • In these acidic fields where one lingers waiting for their return to red amid Iron’s dance with oxygen we still crave for sweetness

    - Longing