I would not understand
your fabric, when you come...
I felt you, through your
words. Tight and...
In search of wholeness,
the words sit around me...
This paper lantern in lake
was in love with you...
Was it a calculated
risk, when it was poetry...
The godman also had
an underbelly...
Skinned alive, as
an aftermath of speaking...
Penultimately,
I pick up my choice...
Under your baton,
The targets are being...
A veiled threat,
a muffled cry. It was not human...
In shreds,
the day has passed...
A futile attempt to go
for a collection spree...