Where do I begin,
extracting the earth...
Night born skies
delivered within majestic fantasies...
Wild pigeons
so happy...
Writing,
a blood code...
Like the artifacts of ruins,
you look back...
Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...
The moonlight-
singed him at night...
Want to return,
to unknowing, the...
It was a free fall,
drowning me on the footpath...
We are burning-
the boats...
Like a bee,
you wanted to land...
The cold breeze
curled around her...