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...

Do not unveil the
wound of errors...

Your theme will
not endure the momentous...

At life closing,
were you in peace...

I am, because
you are not there...

Sitting on a white
rose, the miniature god...

Will you break the
golden triangle, one day...