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
- That Is the Essence
