A severed hand, after
the blast, working on a script...
A house without doors
I was living...
Returning to the ragpicker
like a lone fly...
Yes it would remain
incomplete, my story...
Shredding begins.
One by one all the leaves fall, like disrobing...
It was a free fall.
A plot seems to thicken...
Moisture was becoming
the strength of dry eyes...
I would let it go
anything now. Will not accept...
Bright neons dance renegade
Over the mountain top...
It takes billions of years
for ancient light to reach us and...
A breast bomb,
makes a sudden lunge...
It is raining.
The water colors...