Like ghost particles
we came near each other...
Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that...
I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds...
A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was...
Sometimes I look upon the sky
And see dark clouds forming high...
In small pieces
you come back to live...
In the Rocky Mountains way up high
I hear a sigh I hear a cry...
Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you...
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready...
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to...
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you...
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse...