57.

A fickle snow

over the loss ford

out of your sight

it has been quoted

out of my mind

Elsewhere

the ephemeral snow

rising from the fragrance

is being turned into flames

that burn in the ashes

58.

Every now and then

spider, may tip into daze

barn, may come out numbness

denim, may recover addictively

but your heart

never on my hands

59.

Phenix is here

so I am not going to be afraid

this impasse

this collapse

this debris of devotion

Watch for this phenix

in the midst of suffering

I begin to quit an era

to an other land

60.

Over to you

the maximum, the sinking

the game more than it illuminates

the outlet, the cusp

the jaded heart all about love

Over to you

the scrapped plot

the retrograde episode

the intuition, the consciousness

the roller coaster of hope

Through the shock

I pursue and bound

the inner voice

I seek the closure in chaos

in stimulus, in hurricane

from am to pm

Somewhat feel good

by the lava, the ecstasy

then this healing is any more

into me