After the deluge: dark,
where the river...
This road
does not lead to my home...
Your hands are like prefix’s; you tether me to...
feeling oddly like I could glitch in and out...
The neck pain was singled
out. Roll yourself down...
This overwhelming emptiness:
something to present allegorical, figuratively...
For a moonshine,
there was no moon...
Counting the digits,
of your hand, you forget...
The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins...
Wolf, wolf of mine:
left behind, stay and fade for the gold...
Boundaries untouched-
I held your hands...
There was left no middle,
of the path. It was a washed...
Fall,
fall to the same place...