Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting...

It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study...

Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts...

Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road...

I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself...

Let me be myself
in cloud of tears...

I am nowhere, living
in an urn. A feeling goes unwritten...

Somedays with
human touch, I will talk...

Unravished the
black moon was down...

Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The...

Disappointed.
I look at my hands to...

Wanted to dip my
pen in light and draw...