Lesser evil of a god
will preside over...
Under a sickle moon,
the effect was colossal...
In front of a window, an orange cat
and a white mouse dreamily sit...
Ceaselessly,
the September moon...
This September. It is
going to be very quiet...
Uncannily sanguine,
wounded by biting gnats...
Downy mildew,
blinks. The sun...
A severed hand, after
the blast, working on a script...
The dancing paper,
humilates the pen...
You are waiting
amid fears. The fretting...
You want to cover your
amnesia. Death...
Not confessional.
Without reading the body...