walking up an old path I saw mountain rocks gathered together like families. how long had they been here?

ice had formed on every surface the ground, the trees, the stones I wondered if night would ever end; a distant wailing

on this planet the sun rises twice: once, and then again; you don't want to miss it

under the shadow of a great magnolia, a bird spoke to me about its dreams; I felt terror

I fell asleep inside a dream, and woke near a river down low, in a valley full of trees and shadows

people are like water from a mountain stream, running down and into the waves of the ocean