Escape,
breathing the anti-humid air...

Your sole existence dwindles off my swollen thumb,
saturated with snow...

I let liquid sorrow drown my heartbeat
as my knees drop on the numb rooftop...

Untie your feet
from the thorny shackles...

When does sainthood become the foundation from...
Surely there is not always a didactic harpist...

First dawn-
ivory tone bursts...

Destiny has no lead
for I am unmistakably the criminal...

I stretch my mouth
like a troubled crow...

Reveal your unobstructed purpose for me
for lonely eyes I am an entity...

Quiet curtains pick up their tails,
leaving toward Arctic drift...

9:41
Night is stranded...

I enter the confessional
longing for repentance...