That roasting night
when honeyed moon hung high...

The guile demands
some apology...

Arrange the foot-candles
for candela. I am not...

Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong...

Facing an imminent
onslaught of apparitions, I...

Read it,
or do not read...

A deep kiss.
Deepest-ever...

In blue,
starry night...

Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon...

This was
a prelude to a prefix...

Sighting the plankton,
it was the moondown...

Absurdity had a presence.
I was trying...