the wind
pushes...
A midnight darkness?
threatens the purple moon...
My eyes long to thrust this refulgent sight,
this adsorbent scene...
sing with me, sweet wind, and put my
worried thoughts to rest...
Under surveillance, the vegetable?
lives on ventilator...
First listen to your heart.
No poetry will walk tonight...
Lethal mix
of blood ties? before...
Coming to an end the
consecration. The land will...
Souls bend and break here
Unleashing charcoaled ashes...
In black midnight,
the white moon, like a nun...
In my mind I raced against time
I smoked peyote with the Apache...
How much you can carry,
carving a deep gorge...