The depression,
in purple moon...
The flames had
not reached the sun. Moon...
An age-old golden artist glows
as it meanders upon a journey...
A restive moon
went on skirmishing with...
Knife for knife.
Shadows were chasing...
Since the beginning of time
wars have been fought...
The calm it brings
With water glistening...
I watched and I withered
My stem grew short...
Like runaway water
you run to meet your lover...
It was a turf war.
The moon was booby-trapped...
While I limp,
a schizo runs parallel with the moon...
A decapitated
thought, writes a new scribble...