Living in a wax palace
and deliberately...

The intimate god,
versus the body of slain faith...

The cat had the feral
look. The home was...

A blue moon was crabbing at night
in the sea of stars. Yuu could hear...

The waves
had brought me to you...

A poem
borrowed from the roses...

You come to me formless,
to claim your dues...

He wants to revert
back to mutism...

The founder will not find
the copper to cast the history...

We are going back.
Let it be...

A lake walk,
in the forest of limbs...

Sun breaks
on green lake...