Very grim. You
promote the copperheads...
Searching human
teeth. Real fossils...
No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem...
The old year
falls like a leaf...
The craft of
creating darkness in...
To understand your
niche, I listen to echoes...
It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon...
Like flint, I knew,
it won't work from beginning...
The second death
of orange-moon in...
Break the bread.
Someone waits under...
Wash your eyes
with Dusty Miller. You will be...
Mate, I don't know,
how to deceive you in bush...