Poèmes

I once heard mothers are gods to their children.

My own universe.

Night of the Scorpion

The crashing waves dissolve the shore,

Opus Dei

hold fast to my arm

my bayonet seeks

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

An acrid taste engulted my soul, choking it down into an atom.

农夫不举枪矛，不染人间尘嚣。