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

The wind writes a name on the clouds
and sun wipes out the letters...

In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams...

The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought...

Round dahlias.
Your eyes have started speaking...

He said creating a will
to become whole Being...

In slap at your icarian path
the call was not taken...

So my absentism will prevail
over presence...

Watching the descent
without god...

Goose-stepping on a soul song
you set the sky ablaze...

Remember it not.
Oblivion...

For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills...