Crossed paths faces on contra-bound trains | lovers lost 40 years ago, how tenuous / their touch / becomes

Dipped in the void of forgotten years | that place of | no place / The silhouettes of autumn trees looming through silver drizzle, and the background mist

Rotate the kaleidoscope of those humid kisses, a teenage tropics, bruised raspberry and torn strawberry | and dip the forgotten years in their spots of passion, bring / an oasis of fire to fading autumns

From that place of | no place / like a stray cobweb strand caressing your face, her touch | rotates around | the cool axis of all the strangers

from the series hypergrammar (open-ended, 2012–present)