Fraulein
- Endless Flight Through the Melting Haze, the Curtain Is Ephemeral and Envelops the Delicate Body
- Falling Clouds Covered the Parking Lot on Which I Stood. It Was So Quiet and Lonely, but at the Same Time So Good.
- A Never-Existent Poem in an Never-Existent Era
- Sometimes It’s Dark
- Then an Incomprehensible State of Half-Asleep Half-Manifestation. I Went to the Balcony and Looked Around. It Smelled Abandoned
- Tragic Tears
- A Bright Warmth Swept Over My Whole Body and There Was Such Boundless Joy That It Was as If I Had Not Even Lived and Was Everywhere and Everything
