Unravished the
black moon was down...
Somedays with
human touch, I will talk...
I am nowhere, living
in an urn. A feeling goes unwritten...
Let me be myself
in cloud of tears...
I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself...
Leaves flicker bright, dark
Wind whisks sparking sunlight through...
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road...
Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts...
It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study...
Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting...
Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies...
The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon...