You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying...

Reigniting blood moon,
I have come to...

My logic
was not a part of belief...

You shut to it?
the window, on watching...

Your algorithm
has failed...

Would you bear the cost
of peace, if there was...

You were not choosing
the right words, being reticent...

In warps and wefts
I interlace a face in...

I open the book
too stoned...

You collapsed?
on the stairs in frenzy...

You tie a
sacred thread to...

Almost reached.
Your tongue slips...