Soaked in hope
eye to eye, stone to stone
As the poetry melts
the epiphany of the soul clarifies
in domains without auto deny
I catch the thread of perception,
abstruse and pointed palm to palm
confused woman in quiet bed,
kamicase half gone.

Shipwrecked on a lost island
in a scream I think without hesitation
I hear love in a divine whistle of wind,
I smell a liquid sensation in the air
like the essence in the fire of the spirit.