Unsung something,
in space, in other life...
How much was space
between you and me in...
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon...
Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be...
The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage...
Never had been
at distant pain to hear...
Would we meet
again under half moon...
It's not about you and me,
It's not the seed, nor the tree...
Moon was slit in
neck tonight. Can you explore...
The rainbows bridge
from the branches of your appetence...
Give me a live
poem, like a mantra...
I am selling my age.
Going stone in market. Honestly...