Too beholden to water of life.
It hurts deliberately when you were thirsty...

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank...

A killer moon
blinks...

Remember it not.
Oblivion...

Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights...

Come down gingerly.
The deep snow is melting...

Waiting for a prickly path
at crossroads...

The wind writes a name on the clouds
and sun wipes out the letters...

The most wanted moon
was writhing...

For a desolatory trident
I was feeding my anger...

A whisperer with its begging bowl
wants a moon in alms...

I intuited.
Something had crept into...