The Center Outside the Center

My attitude toward the object

even the sun

the music lost behind

 

secrecy

The smack of kissing

Wheels perfectly imitating themselves

 

trying desertion at least once in your life

Even though your eyes

 the last to lose

the lighthouse's reflection on the water

 

happy to be missing

Like a boy listening to the telephone talk.

In the snowy nakedness 

making the most of his skin
 

I've stop fumbling for the light switch  

stacked these in a pile and came in.