The orifice was absent
from the face...

Like a mole, she was
coming up, tunneling...

Again, I remember you intensly
in dark night...

You are trying to
seel the half-truths...

The night shift starts.
A moonbeam comes and lies...

Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm...

Giving yourself,
a gift of trash, you were...

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation...

Your hands
start a fire...

There should not have been
any question marks on your...

Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all...

The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices...