The crisis,
a distinctive nothing...

A view from the cause,
alters the landscape in you...

If hate was becoming an absolute truth
and love was transcending lies...

Unmasked inside,
we play the games of a torch...

The character of the myth exploded,
naked aggression on the souls started with...

Today I am drunk with pain due to fragility
of reason...

Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights...

White lotus at red feet:
we will start self-infliction...

It was otherness which bothered me:
nothing happened otherwise...

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

Plurality of the sin
slids across the sludge...

In starless night to-
think of you, watching the...