You become absent in
repose..I try to rein in the...
You can legitimate
the loot. There will be no...
The shades of dawn
under the waning moon...
Becoming fiercly personal
with no physical contact...
A city burns.
The child carries the father...
A pretty blue bird flits
From tree to tree...
I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts...
Put a candle under
the rose bush...
O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung...
You had left me reeling
under the bluebells...
Fire turns to ash
Water becoming steam...
You tell me in no
ambiguity to hold on the solitude...