I have had choices

Binary rationals

Canary dreams

Chiral coins

Coral chimes

I have had regrets

Boiling beams

Blistering veins

Benign baggages

Berserk bondages

I have high hopes

Humid rains

Hight of chaos

Hamlets of happiness

Hermits of heaps

I parse my poems

I mint my money

I lump my swamps

I leech my swarms

I end up in an irrational plot

Surrounded by my summer

Sulked by my shard of skins

I buy more time to tune in

A winter full of whirlwinds