Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk...
Ursa Major, through frosty clouds and the chill of...
Icy crystals of cirrus feathers drift...
With unease, I follow
the terror on terrace...
Part of me? like a morpheme,
you are leaving...
Beautiful, purple
calm solitary twilights...
When I was young, I'd plant a seed
With all the help from mum I'd need...
‘Twas your ghost
to secure the promise...
Lying in congealed blood.
You cannot wipe off the stigma...
I paint the day
for you, for the last rites...
flying through
clouds of birds...
Dismantling?
my temple, brick by brick...
I have become disconnected.
Talking of pose, while shooting...