Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the...

Mauled, with no
known crime. Autumn wanted...

You talk of evil,
I become incendiary...

Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane...

Retrieve me, by my
voice, to stay at the pause...

Returning to past
you tend to remain all mum...

Where blue meets the
red, I will bring moon to cross...

You were dressed up
to burn. Tears had memory...

You had big
violence in your bones...

A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink...

Mauve detachment;
I wanted a short placenta...

Cannot undo, the
headless leap of faith...