In evening I need
to speak with my small voice...

A pigeon
flutters, in my frail...

Like a vampire,
night swoops down...

Paying back the debt
of virility. A lame duck...

I resent.
Will remain that...

Light of dawn.
Day begins with...

Let go the nightmares
and oneness...

Tends to droop,
the narcissus, after...

Nothing other than,
he was hearing...

What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes...

Talking off the runway
moon? being you, a...

It weeps ritual.
A spiritual walk...