The trail in mind, you had
a problem, before the coming of Him...
Sleepwalking in unlit
night, grabbing the...
A fuzzy fear descends.
You become ensconced...
Standing on the bank
of a little lake...
I have outgrown the mud
survived the frost...
The plunging line was?
going deeper, cutting close to...
Encountering a dislocated self,
here it goes, the “I...
After sitting in dark
through the black smiles...
Scratching the rusted face
of the dust storm...
That obscene stare
aggravates the silicon...
Cannot possibly
see the mountain in the fog...
Time entombed, a negative
film, showing the...