The weight of the ideology
flattens your upheaved chest...

Be what you are.
As night falls...

Trembling…
the burning coal has gone to sleep...

Night blinks.
Light sits under the door...

You will remember-
what I would not- the...

The ostrich problem
of catalepsy...

You were different from
others, away from home and hypocrisy...

Aquilla. Would you
carry the burden...

Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head...

Everything was in place,
and I started to find...

Though inaudible, I will
hear you- clear and distinct...

The night poem
crucial...