Like a lingering doubt,
the moon stood on the maple tree...
When I behold the blossom hues of spring
My eyes unfurl into the buds of hope...
Where do you stand?
in the crowd, for the love of a cause...
I walk for a short while-
talking with the moon and...
The winged sex of the
module/wants to stay naked...
Standing higher on the pyramid
than officially allowed, yet ignored...
The trapped body
will not listen to baby fugue...
Gender?
was becoming unborn...
Becoming unsteady
at points of darkness...
Greenery transforms into nightingales
during a midnight symphony...
The truth of my blood
at the mensal...
The night watchman
has become an etcher...