There was something
between the lips...

Let the dialogue begin
between the apostate and...

Life plays the tricks.
You become a meteor...

The art of faking
will not come to me...

This one-sided
dumb feeling, rising...

To erase your subtle pangs.
You become ingrained in verses...

Half your young age,
violence comes in choppers...

To understand the life
after the flames die, I will...

Unnaming pro-lifers, I
was ready to imitate...

The tiger in the woods
waits...

Privy to my crypt
O paragon...

Your poetry was
a hyphenated struggle...