Why Abortion Is Good Thesis

water when you look you

The water in which you view your

between plains and chasms,

change the murmur

cries when you have your sound. Tears

as crystals tear

wailing sound

pieces and decompose

between words and verses.

water descends on top

clean silts dead

virgin snow spotted,

trackless wastes of love.
Go through your sighs


to the heart

thirsty and dying streams

ink with your fear

reaching the open sea. That

sea scatters

hearts in the wind.


And water, which was your relief,

you through fingers


Wind (July 2007)