Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

After the organic death
of soaked breast...

An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries...

The decline is steep and fast
Life groans...

Let me put back
the rhythm to the song...

Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer...

The matrix drinks the words,
in the anonymity of opaque meanings...

The crisis,
a distinctive nothing...

Choice was washing the guilt
or keeping mind shut...

A perpetual war between
frame and content feeds...

Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death...

A stand-off between grass and moon
marginalized the perfume of night...