Maju-2

Within Time, Without Words

I Drew A Final Breath In The Dream

Yawning In An Afternoon's Monotony

Fading Is The Presence Of The Woman

Once Again, I Revert To That Perspective

Dust It Off And Make Sure Which Way Is Up

Measure The Angle Of My Neck

Rain To Sleet, Sleet To Snow

As I Turn Around, A Movement Catches The Corner Of My Eye

Drifts The Scent, Outside The Frame