After land slips it was
most surreal scene. Cadaveric...
The primal urge to undo-
your hair. I am going...
If I could choose
a burial ground...
To shut the methane,
you sent...
Move on. O city, you
were not worth of...
He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot...
Something is Off and it’s not the light.
The room is illuminated...
Each grain of sand went sifting through the others
And as I ran, I barely heard the thunder...
Coming from the dark-
to deceptive bloodletting...
A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon...
Unsung:
how it was, you died...
Leaker had started
the invasion of the lake...