A silence speaks up at ungreen
age for an unknown, finding...

Standing in a milk line you were
talking of depravity, of blood lines...

I had not imagined
that you will start an inquiry...

The ashes will come back
in mauve...

In twilight of pain
I blink for a dot...

Blood was in season,
on your hands...

Cutting across the food wars
against adamant century...

Walking on dead leaves covering the grass
to and fro, to and fro in solitude, hiding...

Under the gaze of bald beliefs
a warped dialect...

Do you object to
sexual encounters in the clan...

Slicing the red velvet
not drawing blood with your nails...

Tonight a dark force enters my room
I will play with planets to decide...